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Dramatick Works 



■O F 



HENRT CARET, 



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Prmted'by S. Gilbert, Mdccxliii. 



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To the Ri^bt Honourable 

CAROL I A/ E, 

Countess of Dalkeith. 

M A DA li^ .^ _-, . '- ,_].j ^ J 

IT has been a Cuftom, ancient as 
Time itfel^ for the Mufe to feek 
the Protedion of the Great and 

purfi^nt tp which, the Authw of the 

foDbwing'Tieoes htrtnbly prefumes to adorn 
his Works with your Illuftrious Name. 

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"bEhlCATlON. 

If theyftiould beioiFoffunate to find the 
leaft Approbation from fo Excellent aPatro- 
nefs^ the higheft of his MTMi^^ are anfwer'd, 
and his Labours amply repaid; in HQpes of 
which, as well as Pardon for this Prefumption, 
. he y^t^ leave to Subfcribe hirnfclf, with the 
uthaoft Refpe<9:, V 



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MADAM, 






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ICmr mofi Humik, 



Moft Obedient Servant ^ 



Henry Carey. 






THE 

P R E F A C E. 

1HANKS to my Noble and Generous 
Subjcrihers^ who have enatled me to finijh 
this Undertakings and exhibit /By Dramatick 
Works, not only free from the -Errors offalfe 
andfpurious Editions^ publijh^d 'without my Knowledge 
or Confent, but {upon this Occafiori) revised and improv d, 
even from my own, Original Copies. . 

the Succejs they have met luiii on the Stage, lafcribe 
not to my own Merit, but to the Indulgence of thePublick, 
and Excellence of the Performers. Let me intreat the 
Continuation of that Indulgence, for what Mifiakes have 
^t^ejd myiJnfpeSlion; the utmojl Care has been taken; 
but no Man is infallible. 

If every Piece /hould not bit tuery particularTafle, 
it is to be confider'd, that Variety makes the Feaft: All 
like not the fame Difh, tbo at the fame Table ; and 

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The PREFACE. 

fim^ may have no Relifh to what otberi are very fond 
of: So of the following Performancet,if they are not all 
in the fame Strain^ they were oU written with the fame 
Defire to pleafe, and none intended to give the leafi 
Offence. 

1 fhaU always retain the mofi grateful Senfe of 
Favours received; which, tho J never can return, I 
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A R G U M E NT. 

I HE Turks invade the Borders (j/"Hungary, and 
takePrince Cafimir Prifmer. Amelia his Wife, 
and Rodulpho bis Friend, lay a Scheme to Jet him 
Free, and leave the Palace: J?a/Augufla, Sijier lo 
Cafimir, jealous of AmeVa and Rodjlpho, inifconjirues 
their Intent as Criminal; and on CafimirV Return fo in- 
cehfes him againji his Wife and Friend, that they art 
fen/encd to Death; but Ciiiiniir, ieing convincd of his 
Wife's Fidelity, they are happily reconcitd, aWAugufta 
is given to Rodulpho ; which concludes the Opera. 

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Ofmyn, the Turkljb General, 

Caiiinir, an Hungarian Prince, 

Rodulpho, bis Friend, in Lave with Augufta. 

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Amelia, Wife to Cafimir. 
Auguila^ Sifter to Qahsivt, 

SCENE, The Frontiers of H o n 6 a r r. 




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A M E L I A 
O P E R A. 

ACT i. SCENE I. 

SCENE, A ffacious Country., 

Ofmyn, at the Head of the Turkifli Army. 

OsMVN. 

let our wearied Troops a while repofe, 
t, e'er we rufh intrepid on our Foei, 
— : ui Oonfultation, folemn and fedate, 



We may the weighty Enterprife debate. 
Let Fortitude and Wifdom lead the Way, 
And Conqueft fure will crown the glorious Day. 

B AIR. 



A M E L I Ay 

A J R. 

What Toil!, what Danger! and what Care f^ 

lo" Glory lead the Way \ 
Commanded by the God of War, 

The Brave with Joy obey. [Exeunt. 



S CEN E IL A Court before dafimirV Palace. 

Amelia, Ca^mir. 

AIR,-. 

Amelia. Ut me die^ while yet I fee 

The Idol of my Heart \ 

For worfe than infiant Death ^twtffbe 

From thee, my Love, to part, 

Caftm^etp not^my Dear ! Our Coimtry*s Safety calis. 

The unbelieving Turks invade our Walls'; 

But Heaven is Guardian of the Chriilian Caufe, 

Our holy Faith, our Liberties, and Laws ; 

And I, its Inftrument of Vengeance, go 

To punifh, with this Arm^ the daring Foe ; 

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Thence, fqon returh'd with Vi^ry compkat, 
111 lay my Laurels at Amelias Feet. 
Once more my Soul's chief Happinefs, Farewell ! 
What Language can my Love or Anguiifh tell ?, 

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AIR. 

What Heart can help bleedings my Charmer^ 

To leave one Jo tender and fair f 
Te Powrs^ fitffer nought to alarm ber^ 

But mahe her^ for my Sake, your Care. [Exeunt. 



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S C E N E in. An Apartment in the Palace 

Augufta Sola. 
Rodulphoy of the Palace left in Charge, ... 

Can opportdnely now make Love at large ; 
But Jealoufy (hall guide fufpicious Eye, 
Till Demonflration fhall plain Fad defery. _ j 

See, here he comes j who could fufpe£l Deceit 
In fuch a Man ? — But Men are all a Cheat. 

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4 AMELIA^ 

7^ her Rodulpha 
Rod. Princefs, you fcem mod; wondraufly depreft. 
Aug. Ati inward Boding broods within my Bread ; 
Fear, for my Brolher, drives me to Defpair. 

Rod, Difpel all Thoughts of Fear, my lovely Fair ; 
Since but, for your dear Sake, I'd gladly fhare 
Your Brother's Fate, and, with a Soldier's Pride, . 
Confront both D«ath aQd Danger by his Side. 
. Aug. Arc you fo quickly weary of your Charge ? 
Go follow, Sir, I leave you yet at large : 
Think not, that \ your feign'd Prote£lioa prize ; 
For that, and you, I both alik« defpife. 

A I R. 
Leave me^ leave me. . 

Doiit deceive me, 

Faithlefs Lover^ 

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That another has your Heart. 



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Aii jf9ur Paffiafii 

€hj Lfig through all your Art, \ 

Rod. Whence all this fudden Rage ? O fair Ingrate ! 
'Tis cruel to repay my Lover with Hate. ' 
But fmall Regard you to ydor Brdther flaow. 
To trea^ his falth&l Friend (b like % Foe.; 
You are the firilthat tf'er my Heart pofleft, 
And now you rend it bleediag from my Bread. 

AIR. 
JVrong Hot thui n^ Blame Jincerey 
By Sufpicion too fa3ere 'y 
Urge me not by Death to prove 
Hem your Jharp Rtproaehe^ mofve, [Exeunt. 

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SCENE IV. i:be Turkiih Camp. 

Ofmyn, Officersy 8cc. 
Ofm, Set the Battalions inflant in Array, 
Begin the Onfet with the op'ning Day. 

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Now, now, my Muflulmcn ! yonr Courage (how, 

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And dart forth dire Deftru£tion on the Foe. 
If We fucceed, what Treafiire, aad what Spoil, 
Will over Kecompence our warlike Toil ? 
Ev n thofe who in the Battle {hall be {lain. 
Will, by that Death, a richer Premium gain : 
From hence convey'd to Realms of endlefs Joy^ 
They {hall partake of Blifs that ne'er will cloy. 

AIR. 
rildeftroy tbt proud Foe in bis Glory ; 
He pdl jiy, he Jball fly \ ' 
For ril conquer, or- die : 
To all dafiardly Fear Tm a Stranger. 
Let each Man he fo hrave, that the Story 
Fame aloud Jhall refound, 
The whole Univerfe round^ 
Andjball crown with Renown all our Danger, 



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• SCENE V. u^ff Apartment in the Palace, 

Rodulpho, Amelia. • Augafta over-hearing, 

Rodi O Princefs ! why this folemn Face of Woe ? 

Miftruft not Providence by defpairing fo. 

Ame. You muft excufe the Weaknefs of my Sex; 

A thoufand difoial Thoughts my Mind perplex. 

In vain I call for Hope, but Hope^ not here ; 

Inftead of Hope, comes all the Train of Fear* 

AIR. 

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DiflraSfing F^arSy . 
Tormenting Cares, 
Perplex my doubtful Mind; 
Till bis Return^ 



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For whom I moum^ 
No Comfort can I find, 
R.od, Be not thus layifli of thofe precious Tean^ 

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Too rich Libations for imagin'd Fears \ 

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Let Patience blend with Hope, to yi^ld Relief, 
And over-ballance this too pondroirs Grief, 

AIR. 
l^e Hero Jball owe the Succefs of hts Arm, 
By Beauty inffird, to the Force of your Charms ; 
Tf^itb Courage undaunted Jhall rujh on his Foes ; 
TFben Zjove gives the Onfet, what Powr can oppofe f 

[Exeunt. 



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Augufla SoJa. 
'Aug:. Was ever Scene of Bafenefs fo compleat ? 
Can there, in human Life, be fuch Dece 



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Is thisthe Wife for ftriaeft Virtue fam'd ! 
Or this the Friend with fuch Diftindion nam'd ! 
How often, kneeling, has this Traitor fwore ' • 
Eternal Love torne ? But I'll no more 

Put Truft in Man. — Too long fve been amus'd ; 

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My Brother, and my felf, ar« both abus'd, 
And both (hall be reveng'd. 

A I R. 

Vengeance 1 Vengeance! fwift oer take ^em. 

May they never more be blefsd t 
May the Gods as wretched make W, 

j^s they've render d me dijirefsd. 
Rife^ ye fierce infernal Legions , 

From the difmal Shades below ! 
Bear ^em to your darkfome Regions, 

Plunge ^em deep in endlefs Woe, 



SCENE VII. The Turkifli Camp. 

Ofmyn in his Pavillion, 

Ofm. The Sultan's happy Arms have galn'd the Day! 
Quick to his Royal Ear the News convey ; 
Bring forth this Cafimir, fo fam'd, fo brave. 
Now 0/myn\ Pris ncr, and the Sultan's Slave. 

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Cafimir Brought in. 
See, Cafimir / by this thy abje£l State, 
Th' Uncertainty of War and human Fate : 
Thefe Chains are very Trifles, if compar'd 
To thofe {harp Tortures Ofmyn has prepared, 
Unlefs our holy Prophet's Laws you own, 
And pay Obedience to the Sultan's Throne. 

Cap. What ! fell my Country ! proftitute my Wife \ 
Deny my God ! to fave a hated Life ? 
Oftnyiiy I am not fo afraid of Death, 
On fuch Inglorious Terms to purchafe Breath : 
Begin your Tortures, I'm prepar'd to bleed ; 
For Death muft fuch a Life of Woes exceed. 

Ojm. Chriftianlinvain, immediate Death you h6pe ; 
Ofmyn (liafl give Revenge a larger Scope, 
And join Invention to remorfelefs Rage, 
May 'ft thou, to be more wretched, live an Age J 

AIR. 

*Ihe Eagle with bis Prey, 

Through Mther wings bis U^ay^ 
J^nd gripes biS tretnkling Prize '^ 



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Pf^ith unrelenting Breaft, 
He bears him to his Nefi 

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A bleeding Sacrifice, [Exeunt. 






SCENE VIII. The Palace, 

Augufla, Amelia, and Rodulpho with a Letter, 

Rod. Our Army put entirely to the Flight ! 

Plunge, Plunge, ye Stars in everlafting Night ! 

And thou, O facred Sun ! no more difplay 

Thy glorious Light on this inglorious Day. 

The Prince a Pris'ner too ! 
Aug. I •" — The Princefs faints. 

Rod. Help, inftant Help, fupport her, all ye Saints ! 
Aug, An apt Occafion for a fond Embrace. 
Patience, kind Heaven \ — All this before my Face ? 

[Amelia recovers* 
Am, Give me the Letter, 'tis the laft, I fear, 
I fhall receive : Oh Trial too ffsvere I 

C 1 AIR. 



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Come^ fad Companion of eternal Grief 
Let Floods of Tears to Sorrow give Relief t 
Til read and hifs thee all the tedious Day-y 
And oer thee weep, till Sight is wept away. 

[Exit^ 



SCENE IX. 

Augufta, Rodulpha. 

•Rod. Foltow your mournful Sifter, lovely Fair f 
And try to confolate her fad Defpair. 

Aug. No, Sir, you beft can footh her am'rous Care. 

Rod. Her am'rous Care ! Oh too injurious Charge ? 
is it Augujla fpeaks fo much at large ? 
Can 1 1, without a fenfual Paflion, be 
Friend to Amelia, (he a Friend to me ? 
Virtue and Innocence are felf-fecure, 

Of Sex re^rdlefs, aod by l^ature pure ;, 

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Above corporeal Views, the Heav'n-born Mind, 
Is by Coeleftial Chaftity refin'd; 
And cultivates Divine Seraphic Love, 
As well on Earth, as Angels do Above. 

^ug. Thefe florid Speeches ill befuit my Moan,' 
Go to Amelia \ leave me here alone. 

Rod. I cannot leave you thus. 

Aug. — You mufl away, 

Unlefs you court my Abfence by your Stay. 

\Exit Rodulpho. 

AIR. 
Aug. That all fucceeding Timet 

May Jhunfuch monfirous Crimes y 
Strike^ Gods ! the guilty Fair\ 
Tour blackeji Curfes pour 
In an unbounded Showt^ 
And 'wreck ^tm with Defpair J 



Tlie End of the Fiift A£t 



AMELIA. 

ACT II. SCENE I. 

ji F'iew of the Turkifli Camp. 

RoDULPHO and Amelia in Dijguife. 

Rod. wg^rHUS far, inftriaObediencetoyourWill, 

i^E^ I have attended; but intreat yoa (till, 
With Reafon's Eye, this rafli Attempt to view ; 
Nor farther fuch raih Romantick Schemes purfue. 

jim. If Fear with-hold, 'tis better you defift j 
For I am all determin'd to perllft. 

Rod. Is there a Danger Td not undertake. 
For you, or for yonr dear lov'd Husband's Sake ? 



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\Am. Then ceafe Obje£lIon, and with Vigour join, 
Or leave me to accompliih my Oefign. 

Rod. Can I with Patience thefe Reproaches hear? 

y4m. O pardon me, Rodulpho I Friend fincere ! - 
Alas ! I know not what I fay or do : 
Were your's the Sorrow, I fhould pity you. 

AIR. 
DiflraBed I Langui/h^ 

And wander forlorn : 
Such Grief, and fuch Anguifh, 

Can never he born, 
Jn vain am I trying , 

To vanquifh my Fear ; 
While Danger Tm flying 
New Dangers appear. 



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.SCENE 11. 

An Apartment in the Palau. ' 

Augufla Sola, 

To leave the Palace thus, and in Difguife, 
I'm (hock'd with utmbft Horror and Surprife ! 
Rodulpho ! could I think that thou wou'dft prove 
Traitor to Friendfliip, Gratitude, and Love ! 
Or thou, Amelia I that thou would ft forego 
All Ties of Faith, and treat thy Husband fo ? 

AIR. 
But) as an Inflance of the cordial Love^ 
I to a dear^ an injur d Brother bear^ 

« 

Til never reft^ hy all the Powrs Ahove^ 
Itll Tve to Juftice brought the guilty Pair, 

[Exit. 

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S C E N £ m. the Turkifh Camp. 

* 

Gafimir chain d dt a Di fiance, 

AIR. 

Cafimir. when Jball I know. 

An J^nd to my Woe ? 
'thus cur ft muft I ever remain / 

♦ 

Will Death never darty 
A kind Shaft thrS my Hearty 
And finijh my Life with my Pain f 

Enter Amelia and Rodulpho. 
Rod. Behold the Tent. 

Am. Now, now begins my Fear. 

O Heav'ns, Rodulpho I what a Sight is here ! 
My deareft Lord fix'd faft to the cold Ground. 
Did e'er fond Heart fuflaln fo deep a Wound ? 
My Love \ -- — ( Going towards Cafimir.) 

D Rod^ 



tS- A M E L I Jy 

Rod, — Behold the Spies that round us wait ; 
Tou^ll ruin all, and urge your inftant FatQ, 

n^fn* What! fee. him, and not i^eak ! My Heart 

(will break ! 
Let me but go, my laft Farewel to take. 
I ne'er may fee him more ! 

Rod. We muft away, 

For Death's the Confequence of longer Stay, 

AIR. 
Am. So the gentle Turtle Dove^ 

Bewails her haplefs captive, Ijyve, 
When in the Fowlers Snare : 



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She Jlrives to free him, . but in vain ; 

* 

And hovring round, and round again. 

She drops, kilTd by Defpair, ' 

[Exeunt. 



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SCENE IV. 

'Ofmyn in its Pavillion. 

Ofm. Go tell Augufia^ that her Offer's vain ; 
Her Brother, raufomlefs, muft ftill remain : 
Nothing but Death fljall ever fet him free ; 
So fweet a Pleafure is Revenge to me 1 

Kodulpho leads in Amelia Vei^d, 
Rod. Victorious OJmyn! this Hungarian Fair, 
By Chance of Capture, was your Soldier's Share ; 
But deeming her your Pris'ner, not mine ; 
Thus to my General I my Prize r^fign. 

{Unveils her, 
Ofm. A Prize, indeed ! How much doesC^^iv^ owe 
To him, who fuch a Treafure can beftow ? 
Henceforth refpe£bed near our^felves attend ; 
No more a Servant, but a Bofom Friend. 

D 1 Ofmyn* 



20 A M E L I Ay 

Ofmyir rifes^ and takes Amelia by the Hand* 

Ofm. What heay'nly Form art thou, whofe awful Rays 
Do thus impetuous thro' my Vitals blaze ! 
What art thou ? Tell me ? who can'ft thus infpire, 
With fuch a fudden Force, fuch fond Defire ! 
Fancy but warm d my wanton Heart before ; - 
But now, I more than Fancy, — I adore! 
Leave me to contemplate my Heav'n of Blifs, 
And tafle the Joys of future Worlds in this. 

A I R. 

Lovely Creature / while Tm gazsngy 
JSv'ry' Feature more amazing y 

All my Soul with Rapture charms. 
If fuch Pleafures in hbo/ding. 

Oh / the Tranfport of infolding 
So mucfi Beauty in my Arms t 

■-'.' [Exit with Amelia. 



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SCENE V. 

Kodulpho So/us. 

Rod, Diftraftion ! (hall I aid my Friend's Difgrace, 
And fee Amelia forc'd before my Face? 
What may I not conclude now all retir'd, 
She but his Captive, he with Love infpir'd, 
On, on, Rodulphoj Virtue to defend. 
And fave the Honour of thy deareft Friend. 

A I R. 
Shall the Wolf the Lamb devour ! 
And the Shepherd fit in Peace ? 
Not exerting all his Pow'r 
The poor Vi&im to releafe f 

[Exit. 



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22 AMELIA, 






SCENE VI. 

Ofroy.n, Amelia, 

Ofm, Mo/l beauteous Chriftian ! all my Sours alarm'd : 
The longer I converfe, the more I'm charm'd ! 
Thy Form, the faired fure of human Kind, 
Is far exceeded by thy Heaven-born Mind ! 
Nor will I one without the other Share ; 
Why then, in Sorrow, droops my lovely Fair ? 

Am. Nothing but Sorrow is referv'd for me ; 
Who can be chearful in Captivity ? 
My native Country's bleeding Woes I fee. 
Unknowing ilill what mud become of me. 

Ofm. Take Comfort; here thy kind Protedor flands ! 
Thou art not fall'n into Barbarian Hands, 
Difpel thofe Fears by Prejudice imbib'd ; 

« 

Thou (halt not find us favage^ a^defcrib'd. 

A I R 



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AIR. 

Abl 7he' Toungling ravijh^d from its Nefij 
Expos d- to Danger Jiands ; 
But Joy foon warms its panting Breafi^ 

When faltfi in gentle Hands, 
Little^ alas! could I helievey 
That you my Life woud [pare ; 



When greatefi Dread I did conceive y 
I greatefi Friendfhip fi>are. 



[Exeirnu 



S C E N E VII. 
Rodulpho, Amelia. 

Rod Thofe down-cad Lookc Amelias Shame exprefs ; 
But here's the Arm that (hall her Wrongs redrefs. 
The Ravifher mufl bleed ! 



24- A M E L I Ay 

Am, ' — — — Rodulphoy no J 

Jve found a Patron, where I fear'd a Foe ! 
This 7»ri( is Mafter of a noble Mind ; 
M^ Honour's fafe. 

Rod, -^— — To foon, alas ! you'll find. 
In Virtue's Mask he does his Vice difguife, 
But with more Eagernefs to feize his Prize. 

AIR. 
. Zo the crafty Crocodile, 
Lurking on the Banks of Nile, 
All fuhmijjive feems to creep. 
Artfully affeSls to weep ; 
*Tbere be wails but to devour. 

For when once you re in bis Pow'r, 
Tears and Cries are all in vain, 
Tbence you ne'er return again, . 



[Exit. 



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SCENE VIII. 

Cafimir chain d as before, 

Caf. O for fome friendly Inilrun^ent of Death. 
To end my Sorrows with my latefl Breath ! 
There is no bearing what I now endure ; 
My wrecking Tortures Death alone can cure ; 
This barb'rous Infidel I'll fo provoke, 
That, paft all Patience, he fliall give the Stroke ; 
For I'll rufti on him with fo fierce a Force, 
His Life to fave, he muft take mine of Courfe. 

A I R. 
7he raging Tyger for a while kept under ^ 
Rouzes at lafl^ and hurfis his Chains af under! 
Infpird with mble Rage he fiercely, flies 
Upon his Foe^ and Self avenging dies, 

\Enter Ofmyn; 

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SCENE IX. 

Enter Ofmyn, and Guardr^ Sec 

Caf. Is this the Way you treat your captive Foe ! 
Had you been mine, I had not us'd you fo ; 
But Cowards ever do moft cruel prove. 
Ofm. Qiiick from my Sight this hated Wretch removfc. 

m 

'Caf. Proud Man! your threaten'd Tortures I defy j 
ril neither tamely, no, nor fingly die. 

[Attempts to get at him, 

Ofm, This Infolence is pall Endurance grown ! 
Difpatch him inftantly. 

{,Guardsgo Uhill Cafimir, Amelia enters, And fiefs htuees, 

Am^ ■ ■ — But not alone. * 

In him -the Fate of Chriftians now I fee. 
I am a Chriflian too ! begin with me. 

• Amelia fo contrives her Attitude and Veil^ that ber Face is not ftcn 
ly Cafimir during this whole Scene. 

A I R 



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A I R. 

How can you vainly thus pretend 

To Love, yet Jbewyour Hate ? 
Should I y alasf but once off end j 

I fee my infiant Fate. 
Pity and Love^ to Heavn allyd^ 
Engrofs the Godlike Breaft^ 
IVhei'e Pity Entrance is denydy 
*Ihere Love can never refi, 
Ofm. The Parallel's unjud, my Heav'nly Fair! 
With fuch a Wretch thy SweetneCs to compare. 
He did provoke me much ! 

Am, You mud forgive; 

It ftiews a God-like Soul! 

Ofm. Then let him live. 

Sure this a Token of my Truth will prove^ 
When ev'n Revenge I facrifice to Love ? 

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28 AMELIA, 

A r R. 

See I how Beauty can controul^ 
Evry PaJJion of the Soul, 
Forcing all Things to give Way^ 
To great hovels Superior Sway. 
Now, my Soul's Love! remains there ought to ask? 
Ofmyn with Pleafure (hall perform the Task. 

^m. Then add the Gift of Liberty to Life, 
That he may comfort bis affli^Ud Wife. 

Ofm. I've giv'n him Life; but {hould I fet him free, 
He may employ that Life to vanquifti me, 

y^m. Too well with one Repulfe I'm fatisfy'd, 
To ask again, and be again deny'd. 

Ofnr, I fee it muft be fo ! I can't refufe. 
You talk'd of Beanfom, I'll a Ranfomehufe; 
You have jiiy Heart, return but your*s for mine. 
And I'll my Claim to all, but you, refigu. 
Here, fet the Chriftian inftantly at large, 



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And let his Safety be your greateft Charge. 

DUET. 



A N O P E R A. ig^ 

DUET. 

Ofm. To one, fo fair and kindt 
Am. To fuch a genrous Mind! 

Surpa£ing all Treafurey 
Ofm. \ Who would not with Pleafure, 

j4 Heart fine ere refign ? 
Both. Fi^r ever I am thine, [Exeunt. 



SCENE X. 

Cafimir Solus, free. 
Caf. Angel ! Deliv'refs ! whofe prevailing Charms 
Have render'd me to my Amelia % Arms. 
What Thanks are due ! what flrong Defire to know 
To what bleft Being I my Freedom owe ! 
Strange Pow'r of Goodnefs, that forbids my Stay, 
To acknowledge what I fhould repay ! 
T«n Thoufand Bleffings on the pitying Fair ; 
But now Amelia charms my utmoft Care. 

AIR. 



J M E L J J, 

A IR. 

7i the Arms of my Deareji Tm flying. 
Who doubtUfs with Sorro'Ji is dying, 

Defparing to fee me again. 
Above all the World I adore her, 
Ob I bow •mill my Prefence reftore ber^ 

And eafe her difconfolate Pain ? 



[Exit. 



End of the Second Atl. 



ACT 



A M E L I A 

ACT III. SCENE I, 

AugLifla Sola. 

Aug. How is my Soul in Seas of Sorrow tofs'd ! 
A Brother injur'd, and a Sifter lod ! 
A Traitor doably falfe to her. and me j 
Can I endure this Load of Mifery ? 
My Bofom firft this Poynard (hall enclofe, 
Whofe friendly Point wilt fithotn all my Woes; 

A IR. 



p AMELIA, 

AIR. 

What Wretch in torment thus woud live^ 
With envious Fate at Strife^ 

When one hold Stroke can Freedom give^ 
And end a hated Life f 

\F.nter C^Simitydnd fnatches the Dagger, 

Caf, Inflantly the Caufe reveal, 
Why with uplifted Arm, and pointed Steel, 
A Life that's not thiije own thou woud'ft deflroy. 
And put a Period to thy Brother's Joy ? 

Aug. Sure 'tis a Vifion, if I really fee, 
'Tis dear ! 'tis injur'd Cajimir ! 'Tis he ! 

(Runs and embraces him). 
This, this, is all I wifh'd, and all I fear'd, 
O Cajimir / . ■ {Embracing.) 

Caf. . O Sifter ! moft endear'd ! 

What mean thefe Ambiguities ? 



; 



Aug. 



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Aug, • — You'll know 

Too foon, alas ! the Caufe of all your Woe ! 

Caf. Is this my Welcome ! this the joyous Face ! 
I hop'd to meet in this long wifh'd-for Place ! 
Oh! anfwer ! my Di{lra£l;ions boding Dread, 
Where's my Amelia? 

Aug. ■ Wou'd that (he were dead ! 

Caf. Can there in Nature fuch a Monfter be. 
To wifli Amelia dead ! and art thou (he ! 
But why do I with one fo impious (lay, 
When dear Amelia calls me hence away? 

A I R. 
My Charmers very Name, 
Does all my Soul inflame. 

And fills my Heart with Joy. 
Here all my Troubles ceafe\ 
Sweet Scenes of Joy and Peace 



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My happy Hours employ. 



SCENE 



34 AMELIA^ 



SCENE II. Augufta ;S'«?A». 
Go, moft deceived of Men, and not abas'd \, 
Thy Rage is by thy Injuries excused. 
With Pity I unjuft Reproach repay; 
For this I fear will prove a difmal Day \ 

AIR. 

Prudence fain would Truth conceal^ 
Yet too oft we long to know 

What is Fatal to reveal , 
And dif cover d brings but Woe^ 



[Exit 



SCENE III. T:he Turkifti Cam^. . 

Rodulpho Solus. 

Rod. Vm (hock'd ! the more, the more I recoiled, 
How will Augufla on this Flight-refle£k ! 



When 



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When Jealoufy prompts Love to take Offence, 
Truth is denied to plead for Innocence : 
We both feem Guilty in Angufia% Eyes ; 
How ill-concerted was this Enteirprife ! 
Fool that I was ! in Ruin thus to run ; 
To fave my Friend, myfelf I have undone. 

A 1 R. 

The Manner thusfafe in Port^ 
Beholds y with pitying Eyes y 
Some dijiant Barque proud Neptune'f Sport, 

TF'hile high the Billows rife : 
He quits the Shore, andfpreads bis Sailsy 

The poor Dijlrefs'd to fave , 
But all his Labour nought avails. 
The Sea becomes his Grave, 

To him Amelia. 
Ant. Save me, Rodulpho I bear me hence away ; 
Ofmyn no longer will admrt Delay. 
He's fo Impetuous, I mud yield or die, 
. And Death's my Choice, if hence I cannot fly. 

F 3 Rod, 



'^6 AMELIA 

Rod. Amufe him with a feeming Shew of Love ; 
BlaQiing, infift upon his Guards Remove : " 
That when alone, defencelefs, and diflblv'd, 
He s wholly in your Pow'r, be you refolv d. 
This Dagger to his Heart. 

^m, — : That muft not be. 

Murder the Man that fet my Husband free 1 

Rod. O Heav'ns I you love him then ? 

j4m, ,-_-__—— Redulpboy no J 

But fuch Ligratitude I ne'er will (how. 

Rod. Your Sexes Fear with-holds your Hands, I fee;^ 
And fuch a Deed is fitter far for me. 
Danger a Parley to Delay denies, 
We muft be facrific'd, or facrifice. [Gomg. 

Am. O ftay, Rodulphol yet a while forbear; 
The Innocent are Heav'ns peculiar Care ! 
When thought of leaft, fome unforefeen Event^ 
May fet us free, and Murder's Guilt prevent. 

A I R. 
Let not Mortals tempt their Fate ; 
But for Heavns Decifion wait i And 



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And by Refignation 'Jhew, 
What to Providence we vjoe. 
Righteous Heavn, who fees the Crime, 
Points the Punijhment and Time; 
Sure, tho iate, its vengeful Blafiy 
Rights the Injur d nt the lafi. [Exeunt. 



T- 



S C E N E IV. 
An Apartment in the 'Palate. 
Augpfta, Cafimir. 

Caf, 'Tis more than probable ! 'tis but too plain I 
She's Falfliood's Mirror, one continued Stain, 
Can you forgive me. Siller ? Surely, no ! 
It is impoflible ! Tve wrong'd you fo. 

Aug. There is in Woe a Dignity fublime. 
That forces Pity, and diflblves the Crime. 
Words are forgot ; we're injur'd both the fame. 

Caf. If they efcape me, mine fhall be the Blame I 

A I R. 



5$ A M E L I Jy 

AIR. 

yufi Heav^nl in my Refentment join t 
Tie Caufe is yours as well as miney 

And Vengeance is cur Due. 
Let me tins lafi Requeft obtain^ 
And fee theAdultrefs once again^ 

Til right myfelf and you. [Exeunt 



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SCENE M, A Spacious Plain. 
Amelia ^frjf Rodulpho in Difguife. 

AIR. 

Am. Hail happy Day f 
That doft Difplay 

Sweet Ltiberties delightful Charms, 
Rod. Haill happy. Night I 
That veiPd our Flighty 

Andfet us free from all Alarms. 



Rod. 



An OPERA/ 39 

Rod. O bled Difguife! that lent Efcape and Aid! 
j4m. Blefs all the Means by which we're here convey 'd I 
This unexampled Friendfliip yoa have fhown^ 
Succeeding Ages with Eefped (hall own. 

JRod. Amelia now all Danger may defy ! 
Behold, a Party of Hungarians nigh ! 

Am. My Cafimir \ O Raptures fweet Excefs ! 
Can Words ! can Thought ! Amelias Joy exprefs ? 
Cafimir, and his Party^ come up andfeize them. 

Caf. In Mafquerade ! O vile lafcivious Pair ! 
But, fpight of Cunning, now your in my Snare. 
O what a Banquet of Revenge is this ! 

Am, I'm quite alloniih'd ! 

Rod. Sir, you judge amifs. 

Afff' So let him judge, nor ever undeceive 

One, who can thus of you or me believe. 

Caf. You've fram'd,no doubt,fome well-concerted Tale ^ 

But that (hall nought in your Behalf prevail. 

Remove 'em (Iraight to Dungeons, Chains, and Death 

Rod. ' Hear me, my Lord ! 

Caf. 



4.0 AMELIA^ 

Caf. Oh I Stop that hated Breath. 

I've heard too much, and now too much I fee ! 
Take thefe detected Obje£is quick from me. 

AIR. 
*traitefs ! impious and impare / 
Can then tbofe guilty Eyes endure 

To fee this injur d Face ? 
Oh / that my Heart had ne'er been Jet 
On one, who could all Truth forget. 
And all her Charms difgrace! 



[Exeunt. Omnes, 



SCENE VI. The TurkiOi Camp, 

Oiinyn Solus. 

Ofm. 'Tis certain (he is fled ! could I believis ? 

So many Charms were made but to deceive ? 

Or that in fo inchanting an Out-fide, 

Ingratitude it's hideous Form could hide ? 

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Now are my Honours all eiclipsM and fled ; 
Ofmyn muft ever hide his confcious Head : 
Deceived by one, in whom his Soul did dwell. 
If this be Chriflian Faith, then Truth, Farewel ! 

AIR. 

All my Glories I rejigrt^ 

For a Life thais more Divine^ 

In a lonely defert Celly 

Ofmyn Jhall a Hermit dwell 

Farewel tben^ all worldly Toys ; 

Long-livd Griefs and [bort livd Joys: 

There preparing for my End, 

Lifers Remainder I willfpend\ 
There I only hope to find 
Sweet Content^ and Peace of Mind. fExit. 



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S C E.N E .VII. , 

A Pri/on. 

Rodulpho in Chains, 
Rod, Too far, Ameliay does Refentment Bear, 
If longer filent. Death is fure our Share. 
This Letter fliall to Cajimir reveal 
The Truth of all ; for why fhould I conceal 
A Secret, which if I in Time difclofe, 
Will Death prevent,.^and obviate many Woes ? 

\Gives a Letter to an Attendant, 
AIR. 
Goy filent Mejfengerl relate, 
The mofi amazing Turns of Fate, 
By which that Prince from Death was freed. 
For HvbofeDeliv ranee we are doom d to bleed. 

SCENE 



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S tJ E N E VIII. T&e Place of Execution. 

Amelia on a Scaffold^ in Mourning, 
Executioner^ Priefls^ Guards^ Attendants.^ Sec. 
Am. Tm quite prepar'd ! now give the Fatal Blo\y ! 
I know my Journey's End, and long to go. 

[hug\x^ afcends the Staffold, 

y^//^.Now,TraItrefs ? from thofe ignominious Hands, 

« 

Take the Reward thy Perfidy demands. 

Headfman, no more Delays \ Difpatch her ftrait. 

Her Paramour {hall (hare the felf- fame Fate. 

Am. Amelia meets her Death with calm Content ;• 

But ij)are Rodulpho, for he's innocent ; 

He', Innocent! and fo mdeed am I! 

Oh ! let me fee my Lord before I die. 

Aug. Noj Crocodile, thou ne'er (halt fee him morel 
Am. Relentlefs Woman ! fo when you implore 

G a To 



44 J M E L I A, 

To Heaven for Mercy on your bended Knee, 

May Heav'n retort the fame you yield to me ! 

Kneels. 
Here I declare, by all my Hojpes of Peace, 

♦Twas I that did my Captive Lord releafe ! 

More he will know, perhaps, when 'tis too late ; 

But now for Death impatiently I wait, 

AIR. 

Amelia wijhes^ when Jbe dies, 

Her deareji Lord may clofe her Eyes, 

And Heavn may open his : * 

Then "joill he wijhy hut all in vain. 

To ha'ue her render d back againy 

From Realms of endlefs Blijs. 

[The Executioner f re fares to flrile. 






S C E N E IX. 
Enter Cafimir and Rodulpho. 
Cafjmir fnatches the Head/mans Sword, 

and embraces Amelia. 
Caf, O live? Amelia I live my deareft Wife ! * 

Reflorer of my Liberty, and Life ! 

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And let Rodulpho live the bed of Friends ! 
Here Joy commentes ; here all Sorrow ends. 
He's told me all. Oh ! 'tis a wond'rous Tale, 
That (hews how Virtue ever will prevail. 

Am. How fatal wou'd have prov'd your leaft Delay f 
Caf. O curfed Jealoufy ! that dofl difplay, 
The bell of A£iion8 in the worfl of Light, 
And rend united Hearts in Love's Defpite. 

DUET. 
Let me prefs thee^ my Charmer \ 

2o a Heart that's only thine I 
Never Pajfton fure -was warmer. 
Never more did Souls comline / 
Caf. To render all Thingsmore compleatly gay, 
Another Nuptial (hall adorn the Day ! 
Rodulpho, to reward thy pad Alarms, 
I give Augujla to thy longing Arms ! 

Rod. Blefs'd Recompence ! with Pleafureand with 
Pride, 

I take my Idol Charmer for my Bride ! 

CHO RUS 



^<J. 'An ?) PER A. 



CHORUS. 

j5S«f tie gladfome Morn appearing, 

UJhen in the joyful Day; 
'Aid our Souls with Pleafure chearing. 

Chafes Sorrovofar away. 

The End of the O P E R A. 



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THE 



ARGU MENT. 

AK INO, [commonly pronounced Zarino) Prince 



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of Cuba, quits his Fathers Courts and puts 
on the Habit of a Shepherd for the Love of Teraminta, 
a Beautiful Shepberdefs^ taking with him his intimate 
Friend Cratander, whofecretiy becomes his Rival, and 
creates fuch Mifunderfianding between the Prince and 
Tenvmnti^as occa/ions great Difirefs; but' the Appear- 
ance of Ardelia, wham Cratander had ungeneroufiy 
forfaken after the moji folemn Proteflations of Con' 
fiancy^ fo confounds and conviSts him^ that he fincerely 
repents^ with a Prqmife never to defifl till be has recon- 
ciled the Prince and Teraminta, which atlafiis happily 
offeBed, Teraminta is given to the Prince^ and Ardelia 
to Cratander^ which concludes the Opera. 



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N. B. The Recituive of this Opera was written Originally 
in Proie for Expedition Sake; fincc which Time the Author ha's 
altered it into blank Verle, and made great Improvement in the 
Dramaj as will appear by comparing it, with the Edition^ 
print^^d in the Year X732« 

H 



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Dramatis Perfonae. 



Gozanes, King of Cuba. 
Xarino, bis Son, in hove with Teraminta, 
Cx2Xz.x\dtTy Favourite of Yaxvaaybut fecretlyhis RivaL 
Teraminta, in Love with Xarino. 
Ardelia, in Love with Cratander, whom /be follows 
in Difguife. 



SCENE, Cuba and Country adjacent. 



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T E R AM I NT A 

■AN 

O P E R A. 

A CT I. SCE NE I. 

A Plenfant Grove. 

Xarino, Cratander. . 

jfgr. lBBiB Ratander^ this divine and fweetRetirement 

iSUffl Makes me defpife the Glories of a Court ! 

Thefe Groves, enrich'd by Teramintai Prefence, 

Are far more fplendid than my Father's Palace ! 

H 2 Cra. 



52 TERAMINTJ, 

Cra. 'Tis wond'rous ftrange I a Prince of fueE liigh 
Birth . 
Should fo debafe his Royal Dignity, 
To quit his Father's Court, and live obfcore, 
The humble Suppliant of a Shepherdefs ! 

Xar. Forbear, my Friend ! no State or Dignity, 
Can give that Joy I find in 'feraminta / 

AIR. 
In a iPlain^ with the Nymph I adore^ 
'TJf Jweetery much fweeter^ to hcy 
Than to reign with Dominion and PowVy 
A Monarch' oer Liand, and oer Sea, 
No Throne can my Pajpon remove^ 
Or tempt me to change my Condition*, 



Her Heart is the Empire of Love^ 
" Her Favoifr my only Ambition. 



[Exit. 



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S C E N E IL 

Cratander So/ut, 
Cra, How raptur'd is he with his Teraminta ! 
He reigns the Idol Darling of her Heart, 
While I am both unpity'd and difdain'd ! 
Why is Xarirto thus preferr'd to me ? 
He is my Prince, 'tis true, but he's my Rival, 
And in that hated Name my greateft Foe ! 
Why did he truft me with this fatal Secret, ' 

And tempt my Eyes to teach my Heaft Defe£fcion ? 

AIR. 
Ljiyalty, Frknd/hip, and Duty, 

m 

All muft fubmit to bright Beauty t 

No Povor can Loves Paffion controul! 
T^alk not to Trovers of Rea/on ; 

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Pallas comes quite out of &eafon, 

When Cupid mgrojfes the SouL [Exit. 

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SCENE III. A Grove,. 



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Teraminta Sola. 

7er. How taftelefs are the Beauties of the Spring 
Now my belov'd Xarino is not here ! 
This charming Place^ that us'd to give me Pleafiire, 
Is robb'd of all that made it once delightful. 
But fee! the Shades that languifti'd in his Abfence, 
Revive and bloom again_, now he appears! 
For, Lo ! he comes! the Face of Nature fmiles, 

■ 

And my fond Heart thrills quick to bid him welcome I' 



SCENE IV. 

< 

Xarino, Teraminta. 
Xar. If to thefe Plains,yeGods ! you give fuchExcellence, 
Here let me dwell for ever, fondly gazing 
Upon an Obje<a fo adorable. 



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An opera. 55 

Ttfr. XarinOj well I know your Skill in FlattVy. 
The Court has fpread its Influence o'er the Plains; 
And Shepherds now have learnt to break their Vows. 

A I R. 

I 

Xar. fVfy does fny Charmer treat me [ol 
What Faljhood did I ever Jhow ? 
Tho all Mankind hefidejhoud range^ 
I love fo true^ I cannot change. 
But ^tis the Tleafure of your SeXy 
When mofl^voe love^ you mojl perplex. 
7er. Virgins {hould never parley with Temptation » 
To fly from Danger is the befl Security. 

AIR. 
When Lovers for Favours petition^ 

Oh ! then they approach luith RefpeEt ; 

But when in our Hearts they've yldmiffion, 

*Xhey treat us with Scorn and NegleSl. 



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T ER A M I N: 

*7ts dangerous ever to try ^em 
So artful are Men to deceive ; 

^Tfs/a/er, muchfafer to fly \m\ 
So eafy are Maids to believe. 



SCENE V. 

Xarino Solus. 

Xar* She flies, but fuch a pleafing Caufe affigns. 
As makes that Abfence quite fupportable, 
"Which otherwife wou'd drive me to Defpair. 
Aufpicious Flight! dear penetrating Glance! 
Sweet tacit Oracle of my Felicity ! 

AIR. 
/ follow to gaitty 
I Fly to obtain 
Hibis Angel, this Charmer divine ; 
Nor will I depart, 
7/7/ Tve conquer d the Heart 

Of the Fair who already has mine. 

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S C E N E VI. y^ Grove. 

Ardelia difguifed in Mans Apparel, 

Ard. O fatal Fondnefs! whither wilt thou lead me? 
Muft I feek all the Corners of the Earth 
To follow an ungrateful Man that flies me ? 
Hither I've trac'd my falfe one in Difguife : 
But fee, he comes ! with that too lovely Fair 
Who robs me of his Heart ! This friendly Shade 
Shall fcreen me from their Sight : But, oh ! I fear, 
I liftning wait, my own Diftrefs to hear. 

A I R. 

. Ob I what Angui/h to the Sight / 
Ob I what Torture to the Ear! 
When the Falfttood's brought to Light/; 
Of the Man we love mofi dear I 

[Retires to A Comer of the Stage. 

I SC£NE 



$8 TERAMIHTA, 



SCENE VII. 

Teraminta^ follow d by Cratander. 

[Ardelia over-hearing, 

Cra. Why flies my Angel Nymph from her Adorer t 
You need but turn and kill me with a Frown. 

Ter. Were I a Baiilisk to look thee dead^ 

Thou fhould'il not torture me with thy Purfuit f 

Why doft thou urge thy nioft detefted Pafllon ? 

Ard. She loves him not ! O Joy for ^^oot Ardelta P 

{afide.} 

Cra, But were Xarit»^ were your Darling here, 
Wou'd you look on him with thofe Eyes of Scorii^ 
And frown^him into JVIadne^ ? 

*Ter, *->■ " ■ ' ■■ - ' "W ere he here^ 

He dearly would revextge this Inibience ! 

He little; thinks liis Bofom Friend his KiTal ; 

But he ihall know voor Fal&ood, nay, and puniih it. 



A I R» 



A N O P E R A; 5^ 

A I It 

Fainlyyou to "Love pretend ; 
But, alas / b»w can it he I 

* 

He thais faitblefs to his Friend, 

Never can be true to me. 

[Exit. 



SCENE VIII. 
Cratander, Solus, 
Cra. Xarino punifli me ! by Heaven he dares not ! 
Thofe Eyes have forc'd me to forget my Friendfliip ; 
And any Chain is eafy now to break ; 
All but my Love, and that repuls'd with Scorn! 
Revenge (hall follow, led by Defperation ! 

AIR. 
No longer Til hear, * 

In the Heart of the Fair, 
A Rival thus bap^y to reign I 
While I in Defpair, 
tormented with Care, 
For ever mufl Jigh and complain, 

la Ye 



8b TERAMINTA, 

Ye Furies 1 affijl me I 

There s nought Jhall refift me ; 
Te Defiini&s I hafle to my Aid I 

Their Unian divide^ 

And vanquijh the Pride 
Of this charming^ this obftinate Maid, [Exit. 



SCENE IX. 
Ardelia Sola. 
Ard* What Scenes of Miichief agitate his Mind ! 
How odious ^muft thefe Adioas render him 
To any Eye but mine ! . But yet, alas ! 
Falfe as he is, X love him to Di{lra£lion. 

AIR. 
To lovey and not to be belovd again^ 

Is Jure a Griif^ all Griefs by far exceeding f 
JFbat Torments mufl that haflefs Heart fuflain^ 
Which bums for thofe^ who are for others bleeding r 
Yetfuch is my inevitable Woe^ 
I love my Ruin, tho^ I know ^tis fe\, * [Exit. 

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S C E N E X. A Rural ProfpeSl, 

Xarlno, Cratander, 
Cra. Thefe very Eyes werewitnefs of her Falfliood. 
Xar, Impofllble! 

Cra. Nay, if I am not believ'd ! 

Xar, Not that I don't believe^ but that I wou'd not ! 
Cra* My Truth in queflion ! woifd I had been dumb t. 
Believe it not, my Prince ; believe me falfe ; 

Think all a Vifion, if you'd have it fo. 

Cratander leaves you never more to trouble you 

With fuch unwelcome Truths. \Going. 

■ Xar. Oh ! fUy, my Friend ! 

Tis hut too true ! 'tis pad all Doubt apparent I 
Fool that I was ! to think a Woman faithful. ! 

\ 

Was it for this I left my Father's Court ! 
Reje£ted proffer'd Crowns, and Royal Beauties, 
To wade inglorioufly my Moments here !. 
i blu(h at the Remembrance ! 

Cra. ■ Nobly faid ! 



62 T E RA M 



- But yet I fear 



.^/^Vhat Fears, my deareft Friend ? 

Cra. There's fuch perfuafive Magic in her Eyes, 
One Negative, one Smile, will ruin all ! 

Xar. To obviate that, Til quit this fatal Place, 
And in my Father's Court once more appear 
Like what I am ! 

Cra, > Now you're a Prince, indeed ! 

AIR. 
Xar. Falfe and ungrateful^ faithlefs Fair / 
Oh! why did I believe 
In one who only flights my Car By 

And' triumphs to deceive f 
Yes fiill I adore her, Jlill languijh and die', 
- Sure never was Mortal fo wretched as I / 



The End of the f irft A C T. 



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T E R A M IlSl TA: 

ACT II. SCENE I. 

A Grove. 

Teraminta Sola. 

AIR. 
Ter. Sing on, Jweet Warbler of the Grovel 
In Strains Hie thefe * 

i/Iy Soul afpeafe, 
And chide my S'jmIas delay t 
Around the fragrant Myrtles reve t 
Alarm his Ear, 
Say I am here, 
A'^Mhimhafle away. 

Enter 



6^ T E R J M J NT A, 

Enter Meffenger with a l^etter. 
Ter. What can this mean ! a Letter, and to me ? 
Xarim was not us*d to fpeak by Meflengers ! 
He fees I love, and now begins to flight me. 
ReadsY^ FairNymph! XarinOyyour mod faithlefs Swain, 
*' Is gone to wed another, whofe Pofleflions 
*' Are greater far than yours ; while poor Cratandery 
*' E're this falutes your Eyes, "will be no more ! 
^ Oh ! may his Sufferings meet that Pity dead, 
" Which you deny'd him living ! 

AIR. 
Ye Nymphs I for my Sake, neer believe 
In Man^ created to deceive ; 

iLeflyoure like me, undone. 
JVoudyou remain fecure and free ^ 
And Repentance tafle like me, 
The Sex for everjhun. 



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SCENE- II, u^n Hermitage. 
Crataiider Solus, in a Hermifs Dre/s, 
Cra. Now all goes well ! Xarino, iir'd with Jealoufy, 
Has left me. a .full ^cope to try my^ Fate. 
In this Difgnife^ I'll profecute my Scheme^ 
Supplant my Rival, and enjoy the Fair. 
But fee! flie comes. -7-Now 'for Diflimulation. 

* a 

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Enter Teraminta. 

J 

^er. .Say, venerable Fatheii !■ Have yQ0 feen • 
Two Shepherds pafs this Way ? 

Cra. Juil here they parted ; 

Where, unperceiv'd, I. heard their different Stories : 
The one is gone a Virgin to efpoufe, . . 
Of high Degree, and infinite Poflefllons ; 
The other, fcorn'd by the fair Nymph he loVd, 
Wanders in deep Defpair, he. ^nowsnot whither. 
t*oor helplefs Youth ! I weep for very Pity ! 

. K . ^ - * A I R» 



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(id T:RR AMXMT A, 

A -r -R. 

Tcr. ^hall Strangers weep, and Jhall not J, 

THie Caufe ef all his fVoe f 
Td freely drain iheje Eye-Springs drjy 

Cou d Ihs Grief foreg9. . 

Why did I treat, with fucb Difdaifty 

A Tlame fi pure and true f 
JFby love I ft ill , yet Itfoe in vain^ 

* • 

Where Hate is only due ! [Exit. 

rr».Now,wIio wou*<l weep andkneel toEeightcnVanit j. 
When dear Deceit lias foch ptetailmg Charms? 

AIR. 



H^wfmet isdeceiatrng^ 

Mow powrftd itrCharmfj 
fFhen Beauty believing.^ 

We^ lure to our Arms^ 
When iird of repining. 

We languifb in vaiff'p 

IFith An and D^gmng 

^e Conqueft f^ gain. [Exit. 

SCENE 



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SCENE III. A PrifoH, 
. ' ' Gozane* Solus, 

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ijox. €offt Fate of Wat ! Uncertain ty of Grandcar f 
No Hopes of Liberty for hSi Gozanes / 
Here mud I linger oat a av retched Life ! 
Wretched indeed ! for fuch a Train of Sorrowf 
Demonflrate 4iie but born to know Didrefs : 
Surely, feme Vengeance from offended Heav'n 
Purfues me to -the utmod Verge of Woe ! • 
Oh ye vindidive Powers ! that puni(h me. 
Spare my Xarino I fpare my guiftleCs Son ! 
But lives he to be fpar'd ? Oh fatal Qiieftion I 

A I IL 

Ijct me beheld tny Son once more. 

In Lifesfweet Bloom array d f 

Or waft me to tb^ Elyfian S&orey 

To clafp bii darling Shade, 

K 3 On 



<j8 T R'R-J'l^i NT A 

~0n ffteyour deft in d Fengeance Jbow, . " . 
Let him be fpard and bleft / 
Fity a wretched Fathers PFoe, 

Jnd grant his luft Requeft / ' [Scene clofes. 



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SCENE IV. A Camp, 

Xarino in a Warlike Habit. 

Xar. Thus rous'd, as from Come ftran^e IIIufiveDream, 

I wake aftonilh d, and with Shame rene^ 

Upon the Series of my Follies paft. 

While indolent, by Beauty's Charms inchanted, 

I paft away my Life's Meridian Splendor, 

I (hou xl have been conducting (hining Legions ; 

And purchased Honour at the Price of Danger : 

Nor thus have fuffer'd thefe fad Revolutions 

To fill my Country with fuch Scenes of Sorrow I 

My Father Captive too J diftra£ling Thought ! 

But 'tis refolv'd ! Ill amply now atone • 

Preferve his facred Life, or lofe my own. 

A I R. 



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AIR. 

For Glory and Famey 

For a Conquerors I^ame,. 
I pant with an Ardor unknown ; 

My Country Vll fave, . 

Tl> Enjlaver enjlave^ 
And reftore to my Father bis Throne. [Exit, 



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SCENE V. AGrffve. 

m 

Ardelia Sold. 

Ard. I tremble for the Fate of Tefaminta\ 
And yet luach more I tremble for my own ! , 
Cratander^ now .entirely loft to me ! 
Kind Heav ii ! in Pity, turn my Grief to Madnefs, 
And render mfe infenfible of Sorrow. , . 
' -■ ■ ■ AIR. 



The Frantick know 

t ' * 

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'fio Tbought of Woe y 
No Senfe of Fear or Smart. Re. 



7«' TE it A MINT A 

RefieBion wmgs, 
Ten tbeufand ^iings^ 
With Ahgmjl^ to the Heart T 



What they have lofty 
We to otir Cdft " ' 



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Vn^ ;\'; 



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But for our TTorm^t keep 'y ^ " 

TA^/r Lares forgot^ 

i ^^^^y je^£' tf^nf fwOS y 
B«/ /e7/;(^i6 W/S//? others weep, [Exit 



S C E .N E - VI. 



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Te.amintaj j^/pa>V hy Cratandeir ai a Hermit*. 

Cra. Cratander ftlU (urvives, and deairly loves you. 

' .' ■■ ... - ' ' 

Ter. I can't return his Love ; but pity him! 

Cra. Oh ! fpeak once more, dear Maid ; add Love to 

Pity, 

I 

And place Cratander prollrate at your Feet. 

Ttr, 



\ J^UrO P E ^ A. Jl 

\ 

7Vr. Alas! 'tis npw too late! - . 

Cra. Oh ! no, my CSharmer ! 
(SchQld.3^^mC; Lover, and reward his Paflion. 

{Dffcoverj kifnfilf^ /and heels.) 
Ter* .This Arjifice^ this unexpe£ted Boldnefs, . 
Calls Icpd fpr Indignation and Di^fdain. 

/I I , • * • 

Cra. Since all Intceaty's vain, Fprce,{ha|l affid m/s, 

•" • ". . . 
Ter, Unhand me Ravi(her \ 

, . . {Cx2i.,lear/?fg^Beroff.^ 

^/^r Arqerlia armd, 

jlrd. O Villain.! Vflhirtt 

Cra. Is this your ChampioH ! -this- yoiir IWfffJon 
Shepherd! 
Xarino left in Time fo falfe a Creature 1 

t • I • - . 

Ard. Thefalfe Cratasnder more untimely Itit 

ft 

An injur'd, innocent, Mid«ortftant Maid. 

Cra. Think not ta brave me with thy pointed Spear ! 

Unarm'd, I dare the Utmoft of thy Fury. 

{Difarms her.) 



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Oh! lead me to Xarlnol 



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Now, bufy Interrupter of my Joys,' • 

Cratander thus rewards thy Infolence.- 

' • ■ (Ogers i&Mll heA) 

Ard. Strike deep, and jpierce a heart already broken ! 

Ar delta from that Hand riieets Death with Pleafure. 

■ • • : •' - • .■ 

Cra. Ar delta I Oh Amazement to my Eyes! 
What Fate ! what Incident cou'd bring thee here ? • 

t 

Con vi£lion and Remorfe at once confound me ! 
To both I kneel, for I have injur'd both ; 
But, as a Token of Iincere Contrition, 
I vow eternal Truth to my Ardtlia \ 

Nor ' will I ever reft, till iVe reftor'd t 

. . . ' • ■ 

Xarino to his dear lov*d Teraminta, 

a 

Will that attone ? - 
Ter, • 



Unwearied to the World's Extent Til follow. 



A I R. 



A N O P E R A. 73 

T R I A L O G U E. 
Cra. No more Til rove , 

No more til range • 
J5/// ever Love^ 

ft 

^nd never change. 
Ard. No longer rove. 

No longer range ; 
Give Love for Love, 
Infweet Exchange, 
Ter. Oh\ who wou drove! 

Or who wotid range \ 
And conflant Lwe 
For Faljhood change ! 
CHORUS. 
If Falfe or pure. 

The Lovers Flame, 
Their yoys as fur e 
Willprwe the fame. 

The End of the Second. Ad. 



T E R A M I N TA. 

ACT III. SCENE I. 

A Prifon.' 
Gozanes kneeling between tisjo Mutes, 

A I R. 
Goz. Welcome Death, thou End of Woe I 
'tis with Pleafure now I go 
Round thy peaceful Realms to range; 
Oh brm fweet will be the Change ! 

They go to Jirangle Gozanes ; Xarino enters with bis 

Party, andfets him at Liberty. 
Xarino. O live! my Father live! i^ey embrace.') 

Goz. Tranfporting Sight ! 

Why do thefe Tears of Joy refirain my Eyes 

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An OPERA. 75 

From fondly gazing on this darling Obje£l ! 

Do I once more behold my dear Xarino ? 

{^hey embrace^ 

m 

\ ^' Xar. I bring not only Life and Liberty, 
But double Fmpire to my deareft Father. 
Phlegon, your haughty Foe, is now your Captive. 
Within his Forts our Troops hold Carrifon, 
And all his'Subje^s yield us UnOi Obedience. 

Go%. A Vi^ory fo fudden, yet fo fignal. 
Proves Hcav'n alone to be the Conqueror. 

AIR. 
Empire^ Freedom, Life obtain J , 
And a dearer Son regain d'y 
yoy fucceeding fo much JVoe, 
Kings and Fathers only know. 



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SCENE 11. A Garden. 

Teraminta, Ardelia. 

Ter. Where is Xarino f fliall I ever fee him ? 

Ard. Cratander not returned ! it makes me fear 

Some Accident prevents the Prince's coming. , 

L 1 Ter. 



76 TERAMINTA, 

Ter The Prince ! Ardelia, you aftoiiifli me ! 

What Prince ? , 

jird. Tis how high Time to undeceive you. 

Xarino, whom you thought an humble Shepherd, 

Is a mod potent Prince. 

7^^. . — ^ — , • The worfe for me. 

4 

Ambition now will rob me of his Heart. ' 
Ard, O think not fo. 

I know not what to think 1 




You are moft happy, I mod miferable ; 
And yet I grieve not for your Happinefs, 
But for my own Misfortune. 

AIR. 
7j!}us dajh^d by the Billows, 

Poor Seamen explore. 
Safe under green Tf^illows 
The Shepherds on Shore. 
To fee them contented. 
What Joy can it be, 
To Wretches tormeftted, 

Andtofsd on the Seal 

•^ SCENE 



An opera. 77 



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SCENE III. ^ Palace, 
Xarino, in a Princely Habit^ with a l^etter. 
Xar. This Letter, from my faithful Friend Cratander, 
Brings Information of fuch monftrous Deeds, 
As ftagger ev'n Credulity itfelf : 
Oh, Teraminta / faithlefs Teraminta ! 
Why did I, or indeed, why do I, love thee ? 
Yet, fpite of all my paft and prefent SufTrings, 
So firmly art thou rooted in my Heart, 
From thence I cannot tear thy pleafing Image. 

AIR. 

Cupid^ why art thou purfuing 
Such endlefs Dejigns on my Hearty 

To make m^ fo fond of my RuWy 

And doat on the Caufe of my Smart ? 

In vain do I Jirive to^ remove her^ 
AffeEiion to Reafon is blind \ 

In fpite of her Failings I love her^ 

Shes charming^ tho falfe and unkind. 

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5 --4 SCENE IV. 



'* Enter Cratander, richly drefl. 

Xar. Cratander ! Say what happy Accident, 

I 

Brings my dear Friend thus apt to his Xarino ? 
But why this Pofture ? 

Cra, ■ O ! embrace me not ! 

Wou'd you contain a Scorpion in your Arms ? 

JCar, Thou art no Scorpion, but my Bofom-Friend. 

Cra. The more you call me Friend, the more you 
wound me : 
Do Juftice to yourfelf and Teraminta, 
And call me Traitor, Villain as I am. 

Xar. Amazement ! Riddles ! give 'em Explanation. 
You talk'd of Tera/ninta, what of her ? 
Yet name her not. 

Cra. 1 cannot without Shame. 

Xar. Your Letter fo informed me. 

Cra. ' — — Curfed Letter ! 

Falfe in each Articlo as (he is true. 

Xar. 



An O P E R A. 79 

Xar* Then Teraminta is not falfe ? 

Cra. ■• — • ■ ■ ■ Ohj no ! 

She's Truth. itfelf; all "Conflancy and Love. 
I've fuch a Scene of Bafenefs to difclofe, 
Will make you idolize her very Name, 
And hate Cratanders, 

Xar. No, you've giv n fuch Joy, 

In Affirmation of my Charmer's Conftancy, 
Were your Offences numerous as the Stars, 

They're all abolilh'd. 

Cra. Moll amazing Goodnefs ! 

Xar. No more of Sorrows paft, but Joys to come. 
If you wou'd fpeak to pleafe me, fpeak of Love, 
Of Truth, of Conftancy, and Teraminta. 

A I R. 

Laugh ye Valleys^ f mile ye Hills, 
Gently flow ye Cryflal Rills ; 
Tell it all the Groves around^ 
Teraminta'* Conflant found / 

Chafle 



8o TERAMINTJ, 

Chafte and faithful as pes fair, 
Heavn and Natures Pride and Care, 
Virtue s Lujire crowns her Charms, 
Waft m6 Zephyrs to her Arms. 



[Exeant. 



SCENE V. 

Teraminta Sola, 

*ter. What Revolutions does Ambition make 
In , Mali's falfe Heart ! But I'll no longer follow 
One who's unworthy of my fond Affe£kion. 
I'll to toy priftine State once more return ; 
Forget all Thoughts of Love, and of Xarino. 

A I R. 
Ob / how hlejl is the Condition 

Of an bumble Sbepherdefs, 
When fbe s free from all j^mbition 
Ricbeft in berplainefl Drefs ! 



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An OPERA. 81 

fFifi her pretty Lambs around her, 



Infomefweet and cooling Shade y. 
No ambitious noughts confound her. 
Or her Peace of Mind invade. 



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S C E N E VI. 

Cratander, Teraminta. 

Cra. The Prince, fair Teraminta, begsExcufe; 
Sudden Prevention flops his wifh'd Approach, 
Or long e'er now he had attended you. 

Ter. Talk not of Princefs to a Shepherdefs, 
Nor mock a wretched Maid 1 

Cra. . Mifapprehenfion 

O'erfways your Patience ; hear me, I befeech you. 

* • 

Ter. Wou'd I had never heard or him, or you. 
Cra. And wou'd to Heav'n that neither He, or I. 
Had e'er beheld thofe raoft deftru£live Charms. 






You wrong the Prince, too haughty Shepherdefs ! 
{le's but toocondant. 

M •'.7tir. 



^i T E R J M I NT A 

• * 

Ter. Confta|icy and Man! • 
Are Contradi^ions fo dire£ily ihahifeft i " 



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The very Mention Is ridiculous. 

r 

Cra, Then you'll not hear. 

- ^er, fve heard too much already. ~_ 

Cra. And fo have I ^I'll carry him your Anfwer. 

But fee, he comes to vindicate himfelf. 

[Exiti 



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SCENE VII. 

Enter Xarino. 
Xar, Where is my Love, my Life, my Terdmintaf 
Cra. Chiding your long Delay with great Impatience, 

She ^ill admit no Reafon for your Abfeiice. 
Xar. If to defeat a powerful Invader, 

To fave a Kingdom, and a Father's Life, 

May be a Plea for Abfence, that is mine. 

But why with thisReferve appears miy Charmer? 

.^^^y this Formality, this Air of Difiance ? 

Does 



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Does my Soul's Idol think that Birth or Titles. 
Can make the lead Abatement in my. Paffion ? 
No ; were 1 Monarch of the Globe's Extent, . 
I'm ilill the fame, her faithful, fond Xarino, 

*ter. My Fears were ground iefs,and my Hopes are true. 
Karino^ conftant, and I dill am happy«. . 

AIR. 



» • 



*Ibe Turtle lamenting 

The Lofs of her Mate, 
From Comfort ahfentthg 

Bewails her bard Fate^ 
But at his returning. 

Her yoy fie renews ; . . 
JVith Extafy burning. 

Around him Jhe cooes » 
Sa I for my dearefl 

Did languifh and mourn ; 
Tf^ith Sorrow fincerefi 

My Bofom was torn. 



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His Trufb when /u^eSfed, 

How great was my Grief? 
That Error correBedy ' "' ' 

How fweet my Relkff [Exeunt 






SCENE VIIL >^ magnificent Hall 

■ ■■'. • . •- . 

Gozanes on the Throne, AttendantSy 8cc. 

Goz, Xarino has performM fiich Miracles, 
That Gratitude call* loudly for Reward. 
Bid him approach, and ask his SquVs Requeft. 

Enter Xarino. 

\ 

My Son, to thee I owe my Life and Empire, 
And long to recompence fuch great Deferts. 
Demand whate'er thou wilt, by yon high Heav'n, 
Gozanes grants it. 

Xar, • That high Heav'n is witnefs. 

Saving my Duty to my Royal Parent, 



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■ Ati Q?'E R A. '- 95 

Here Is the Centre of ipy SoUl's Ambition, ' * 

The only. Obje£^ of rty • ardent; W-ifhes. 

. flniroducmgTetdxnmtZy — tbeykneeL) 

Goz. oh ! bear her hence ! 

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Xar, r What means my Royal Father I 

Goz. That Heay'n i&juft ! Oh ! tuke her from my Sight, 
Xar. Did you then bid me ask but to deny me ? 
Goz. I grant thy utmofl Wifh ; but do conjure thee 
Never to let me fee that injurM Face. 

Xar. We go, dread Sir ! for where her Sight's dif- 
taftcful, . . 
My Prefeuce never more. {hall give Offence. 

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ff^ifh her rour.d the JVfirld ispiU I wander y 
, For her e\ery Hardjhip Til I tar ; . 
Dijlre/s will but make me grow fonder y 

While fmiling Jhe fweetens my Care. 
Since then my fond Pajfton does grieve yovk^ 

let me your Blejftng implore \ 
And then we for ever will leave you, 

No never to trouble you more. Goz. \ 



M T E RAM'I NT A 

Cox* Stayi I command you ! I conjure you, ftay !: ' 

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Teraminta by the Hand.) 
Fear not, fair Nymph ! but anfwer folemnly, 
How that Enamel came in thy Pofleffion. 

ler. It was my dying Father's latefl Token, 
To whofe moft dear and lov'd Remembrance, 
I >wear it next my Heart. 

Go%. — ; — Who was thy Father ? 

Ter. A Shepherd, Sir, and of no fmall Pofleffions. 

Go%. No, Princefs, no ! thy Father was no Shepherd, 
But mighty Zantimenes King of Cuba t 

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Thou needft no Token to aflert thy Birth ; 
Each Feature in that lovely Face refembles 
The dear, the injiif'd Monarch, for whofe Sake 
A Train of Vengeance has thus long purfu'd me. 
But, as I robb'd thy Father of his Throne,' 
To thee I yield it. 

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j -ek 1 4pate 4ny BTiilhesl."- . 




A greater Gift than Empire's iii yottr Pow'r. 
Give me Xa^ino, anU ItaskiiO'mofd. • l 
' Gh9i.T9ktH.tti. and'wlth him Ci^d% wide DominloiL 
May all the Joys of mutual Love attend you, • • 

And 'ondlefsHappincfs reward your Virtue. : 

DUETTO. 
Ter. and Xar. My treafure, my Pleafurey my jfoy^ and 






Deli&btf 

jK^w great my Affc6lion^ thy Virtue hew 
• bright I 

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^h y^^^^^fy fly^ ^^^dSufpicion adieu i 
For happy am /, as my Charmer is true, 
Goz O wondrous Force of Providence divine^ 
That dill prevails in fpite of Mens Defign ! v 
How jnftly did it punifh my OffenCe, 
How richly does it crown my Penitence ? 
The Sceptre now refumes It's rightful Place, . 
And mingles mine with Zantimenes Race. 

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S C E N E IX. 
Effter Cratander, and Ardelia, 
€ra. We come td fliare your Joy, and to congratulate 
This happy Termination of Events. 

Xar. CratafuieTy now our Sorrow's at an End : .\ 
I 'ere Love and Joy with all their Train attend. 
*ow Hymens Torch (hall light and lead the Way, 
\ iid double Nuptials grace this happy Day« 
•ake then the fair Ar delta to thy Arms ; 
In future Raptures bury paft Alarms : 
While in my. Teraminta I enjoy 
Eternal Sweetnefs, that can never cloy. 

CHORUS. 
Fears and Dangers now are pa^ ^ 

Virtue is rewarded ; . 
Liove is <:rownd with Joy^ at L.afi \ 

Be this Day recorded^ 

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being infefledby a huge and monfiroui Dragon, 
the Inhabitants ywitb Margery Gubbitis at their Head^ 
apply to Moore of ^oore:Hall, u Valiant Knight ^ fat 
Relief; befalls violently in Love with Mxtg&tyy wtdfor 
her Sake undertakes 4he Task; at which Mauxaliiiclay« 
Caft'off Miprefs of his, is fo enragd, that fhe attempts 
to kill Margery, ita is prevented 4^ Moore, w(« rir«»- 
ciUs the Contending Rivals y kills the Dragomy mmd- hat 
Margery for his Reward, 

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N. B. For farther Particulan, the Reader is refer!4 
to the Old Ballad^ from whence this Opera was 
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ne DRAGON. 

MOORE ^/Moore-Hall, a Valtant Knight y 
in LovewftbM AUG tuY, 

Gaffar GVBBl'iiS, Father toMARGEKY. 

MARGERY, in Love with Moore. 
MAUXALINDA, his Cafi-off Mifirefs, 

CHORUS of Nymphs and ^aim, 
SCENE, that Fart of YORKSHIRE near 

Rot HER AM. 



THE 

DRAGON oirVantley. 



A C T I. S C E N E I. 

ji Rural Pro/pea. 

CHORUS. 

'C'LT, Neighbours, fly, 

the Dragons nigh. 

Save, faveyour Lives, andfiy ; 

Away, aiiiay ; 

For if you flay. 

Sure as a Gun you die. 

■ [Exeunt. 

[Tie Dragon trojfes the Stage. 
SCENE 



94- The DRJGOJ^, 



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S C E N E, ^ HaiL 
Gubbins, Maaxalinda^ and Chorus. 

Gui, What wretched Havock do6s this Dragon make I 
He (licks at nothing for his Belly's Sake : 
Feeding but makes his Appetite the ftronger ; 
He'll eat us all, if he 'bides here much longer I 

A. 1 R« 

Poor Ciuldren three. 

Devoured he, 
T'&at could not tvith him grapple j 

^nd at one Supy 

He eat them upy 
^s one would eat ^n j^pple, 

CHORUS. 

' Houfes and CburcbeSy 



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A BijitEactfE OPERA. 95 

To than Mugtry. 
Marg, O Father ! Father ! as our noble 'S^iivt 
^Wa$ Ikte at Breakfail by his Parlour Fire^ 
With Wile and Childreo, all in plca^nt Tattle, 
The TaUe {boojc^ the Caps began to rattle i 
A difmal Noife was heard within the Hall, 
Away, thej flew, the Dragon fcar'd them all : 
He drank up all their Coffee at a Sop, 
And next devbor'd thek Toaft and Bottef up^ 

AIR. 
But ta bear the Children tmater^ 
When tbeyd loft, their Teafi and Buttery 
And to fee my Lady moan / 
Ob / ^twuld mek a Heart of Stone / 
Here the ^ Squire with Servanit wrangling; ; 
There the Maids and Mifirefs jangling^ 
And the pretty hungry J^ears 
-All together by the EarSy 

Scrambling for a Barley Cake t 

Oh / ^iwQuld make one's Heart to ale t 

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96 The DRAGON, 

Guh. This Dragon very modi'{h, fure^ and nice is : 
What' (hall we do in this difall'rous Crifis? 

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Marg, A Thought^to quell him, comes into my Head ; 
No Way more proper, than to kill him dead. 

Gub. p Miracle of Wifdom ; rare Suggedion! 
But how, or who to do it? that^s the Queftran. 

Marg. Not far froiQ hence there lives a valiant 

Knight, 
A Man of Prowefs great, and mickle Might : 
He has done Deeds St. G^^r^ehimfelf might brag on. 

Maux. This irery Man is he (hall kill the Dragon. 

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Hes a Man evry Inch, I ajfur^you^ 
. Stout y n^igorout^ aSiive and tall\ 
^eres nMe can from Danger fecure you y 

Like irave gallant Moore of Moore-Hall. 
iV<? Gianf or Knight ever queltd him^ 

He fills all their Hearts iMth Alarms ; 
No Virgin yet ever beheld him. 

But wipd herfelf claffd in his Arms. 

CHORUS. 



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CHORUS. 

Leis go to his Dwellirtg^ \ 

JVith Yelping and Yelling ; 
And tell him aforrowful Ditty. 

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TFbo knows but the Knight^ 
With this Dragon may fight ^ 

If he has but a^ Morfel of Pity, [Exeunt. 



SCENE, Moore-Hall 
Moore and his Companions, 

Moore, Come, Friends, let's circulate the chearful 

Glafs; 
Let each true Toper toaft his favourite Lafs. 
Sound all your Inftruments of Joy, and play : 
Let's drink and fing, and pafs the Time away. 



O AIR. 



98 rht DRJGON, 



Zeno, Plato, Ariftotle, 
Alt were Lovers- of the Bottle | 
Poets ^ Painters^ and Mujiciansy 
Churchmen y "Lawyers ^ andPhyficiant^ 

AH admire a pretty Lafs^ 

All require a chearful Glafi. 

Evry Pleafure has its Seafon^ 

Lovi and Drinking are no Treafom 

Enter Gubbins, Margery, Mauxalinda, and ethers. 

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fave us aU F [Kneeling^ 

Moore of Moore-Hall \ 

Or elfi this curfed Dragon 
WiUpltmder our Houfes, 
Our Daughters and Spoufet,' 

And leave us the Devil a Rag on. 

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AIR. 

Marg. (rifing.) Gentle Knight / aU Knights exieeding^ 
Pink of Prowefs and goad Breedings 
Let a Virgins Tears infpire thee ; 
l^tt a Maidens Blujhes fire thee. 
For my Father and my Mother, 
For my Sifter and my Brother^ 
For my Friends that ft and before thee. 
Thus Ifue thee, thus implore thee ; 

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Thus I kifs thy valiant Garment, 
Humbly hoping there s no Harm int. 

Moore, (afide.) Her Looks fhoot thro' my Soul, her 
Eyes (Irike Fire j 
I'm all a Conflagration of Defire ! 
(To her.) Fair Maid, I grant whatever you can'ask, 

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The Deed is done, when once you name the Task. 

Marg, The Dragon, Sir ! the Dragon ! 

J^oore. Say no more. 

You foon ftiatl fee him weltring in his Gore. 

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Marg. Mod mighty Moore / do but this Dragon kill, 
All that we have is wholly at your WilL 

Moore. The only Bounty I require, is this, 
That thou may 'ft fire me with an ardent Kifs • 
That thy foft Hands may 'noint me over Night, 
And drefs me in the Morning e'er I fight. 

AIR. 
Marg. Iftbais all you ask^ 
My ' Sweetefiy 
My Featefly 
Compleatefty 
And Neat eft, 
T m proud of the Tash 

Of Love take your filly 
Taft Meafurey 
My Treafurey 

Sole Spring of my Pleafurey 
As long as you will. 
Maux. {over- bearing^ A forward Lady ! fhe grows 
fond apace ; 
But I {hall catch her in a proper Place. Moore, 



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Moore, Leave her with me; conclude the Dragon dead : 
If I don't maul the Dog, Til lofe my Head. . 

\Allgo off but Moore and Margery. 
D U E T T O. 
Moore. Let my Dear eft be near me, 
Marg. Til ever be near thee, 
Moore. To warm me^ to chear me, 
Marg. To warm thee^ to chear thee, 
Moore. To fire me^ infpireme, 
Marg. Tofiretheey infpire thee. 
Both. — fFitb Kiffes and Ale, 



Moore. Tour Fears Til abolijh, 
Marg. This Dragon demoUJb, 

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Moore. /// work him, 

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Marg. y^, work him, 
Moore. Til jerk him, 

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Marg. Ay^ jerk him. 

Both. From Noflril to Tail. 

Moore lead% off Margery \ Mauxallnda enters^ and 

pulls him back by the Sleeve, 

Maux, 



I02 - The DRAGO N, 

Maux. O Villain I Monacr ! Devil f Bafely baft f 
How can yon dare to look me in the Face ! 
Did you not fwear lad Chriflmas we fhould marry ? 
Oh, . 'tis enough to make a Maid mifcarry ! 
Witnefs this Piece of Sixpence, certain Token 
Of my true Heart, and your falfe Promife broken. 

Moore, The Devil's in the Woroan,what's the Matter? 

Maus. Now you infult me ; Timewas you cou'd flatter. 

Moore. Upon my Soul, I don't know what you mean ! 

Maux. Don't you know Margery of Rot F ram- 
Green f 

Moore. Not I, upon my Honour. 

Maux. That's, a Lie. 

What do you think I've neither Ear or Eye ? 
Villain ! I will believe my Eyes and Ears ! 
She whom you k ifs'd, and call'd ten thoufand Dears. 
('Sings mocking.) Let my dearejl be near me^ 8cc. 
Moore, {afide^ By Jove ! I'm blown. Z — nds ! 

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However^ I'm refolv'd to (land it out. 

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(ToMaux.) I only out of Policy was civil ; 
But, 'faith, I hate her, as I hate the DcviL 
You're all I value, witnefs this clofe Hug, 
I'm your's, and only your'& 

Maux, Ah, coaxing Pug ! 

Moore. My ipretty Mauxy, prithee don't be jealous. 

Maux, Dear me! yoo Men are fuch bewitching 
Fellows ; 

You fteal into our Hearts by fly Degrees, 
Then make poor Girls believe juft what you pleafe. 

AIR. 
Moore. By the Beer as brown as Berry ^ 
By the Cyder and tbe Perry ^ 
JVbichfo oft has made us merry^ 
JVitb a Hy-down^ Ho'down- derry^ 
Mauxalinda'j /// remain^ 
True Blue will never ft ain, 
Maux, But do you really love me ? 

Moore, By this Kifs, 

By Raptures paft, and Hopes of future Blifs, 

DUETTO. 



:'''i64. • - The DRAGON, &c 

DUETTO. 

,. Pigs Jhall not he 

So fond as we ; 
We •will out-cooe the Turtle Bove. 

Fondly toying. 

Still enjoying. 
Sporting Sparrows we'll out-love. 

The End of the Fitft ACT. 



ACT 



THE 

DRAGON oifVantley. 

ACT II. SCENE I. 

A Garden. 
Margery Sola. 
AIR. 
^URE my Stays williurji •with fobbing, 

^nd my Heart juite crack with throbbing. 
My poor Eyes are red as Ferrets, 
Aid I tant a Grain of Spirits. ' 
I woud nt for any Money, 
This vile Beajijhoud kill my Honey. 
Better kifs me, gentle Knight, 
Than with Dragons ferce to fight, 

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io6 Tht DRAGON, 

To her Moore. 
Moore My Madge ! my Honey-fuckle In the Dumps! 
Marg. Put your Hand here, and feel my Heart how't 

thumps. 
Moore. Good lack-a-day! how great a Palpitation I 
Tell me, my Dear, the Caufe of this Vexation. 

Marg. An ugly Dream has put me in a Fright : 
I dreamt the Dragon flew my gentle Knight : 
If fuch a Thing (hould happen unto thee, 
Omiferable, miferable, Margery t 

Moore. Don't fright thy fclf with Dreams, my Girl, 
ne'er fear him, 
I'll work his Buff, if ever I come near him. 
I've fuch a Suit of fpiked Armour bought. 
Bears, Lions, Dragons, it fets all at Nought : 
In which, when I'm equip'd, my Madge (hall fee, 
I'll fcare the Dragon, not the Dragon me. 
But Time grows fhort, I muft a while away. 
Marg. Make hafte, my- Dear I 

Moore. — My Duck ! I will not Hay, Exit* 

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A Burlesque OPERA. 107 

Enter Mauxstlinda to Margery. 

Maux, So Madam! Bave I found you out at lad? 
You now (hall pay full dear for all that's pad. 
Were you as jSne as e'er wore Silk or Sattin, 
I'd beat yoor Harlot's Brains out with my Patten, 
Before you (hall delude a Man of mine. • 

Marg, Who,in the Name of Wonder^made him thine ? 

Manx, D'ye laugh, you Minx ! I'll make you change. 

your Note, 
Or drive your grinning Grinders down your Throat, 

DUETTO. 

Infulting Gipfiy, 
Youre furely tipfey^ 
Or non fe ipfe, 

To chatter fi. 
Your too much feedings 

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j4il Rules exceeding. 
Has fpoiVd your Breeding, 
Goy Trollop, go. 

Pa Marg. 



io8 The DRAGON, 

Marg. Lauk ! what a monflrous Tail our Cat has got ! 
Maun. Nay, if you brave me, then you go to Pot. 
Come, Bodkin, come ! take Mauxalindas Part, 
And ftab her hated Rival to the Heart. 

[Goes to killM2Xgety^Jbefwoan$,\ 
Enter Moore, and takes away the Bodkin, 
Mfiore, Why, what the Devil is the Woman doing ! 
Maux. To put an End to all your Worfhip's Wooing. 
Moore. 'Tis well I came,before the Whim went further; 
Had I ftaid longer,. here had fure been Murther. 
This curfed Jade has thrown the Girl in. Fits. 
How do'ft, my Dear? 

[Margery recovers^ 

Marg, ■ Frighted out of my Wits. 

Moore. But fear her not, for by her own Confeflion, 
I'll bind her over to the Quarter-Sefllon. 

AIR. 



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Maux, Ogive me not up to the Law, 

Td much rather beg upon Crutches ; 
Ome in a Sollicitor's Paw^ 
Tm never get out of his Clutches * Marg, 



A Burlesque OPERA. 109 

Marg, Come, come, forgive her! 

Moore. " '• — Here my Anger ends. 

Maux. And fo does mine, 

Moore, . ■■ — Why then let's bufs, and Friends." 

\Kifs round. 

TRIO. 

Maux. Oh I how eafy is a Woman, 
How deluding are you Men ! 

Ob \ bovd rare, to find a trueMan, 
Notfo oft as One in Ten ! 
Moore. Oh! how charming is a Woman, 
Form d to captivate us Menl 

Tetfo eager tofubdue Man, 
For each One Jhe citvets Ten I 
Marg. Leis reward them as they trefit us, 

Women proeve fricere as Men ; 
But if *&*f deceive and cheat us, 
Ljct us een cheat them again: 
Omnes. Leis reward thim as they treat us. See 

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Eftter Gubbins. 
Gu6. Now, now, or iievei fave - us, valiant Moore / 
The Dragon's coming, don*l you hear him roar ? 
. Moore. Why let him roar his Heart out, 'tis no 

Matter : 
Stand clear, my Friends, this is no Time to chatter. 
Gu^» Here, take your Spear. 

Moore. I (corn Sword, Spear, or Dart ; 

Tm arm'd <ompleatly in a valiant Heart. 
But firft ril drink, to make me flrong and mighty, 
Six Quarts of Aie, and one cHAqua Vita. 
Fill, fill, fill a mighty Flagon, 
Then Til kill this monftrous Dragon. [Drinks. 

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Fill, fiil^ fill the mighty Flagon, 
Kill, killt kill this monftrous Dragon. 

[Exeunt. 



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THE 

DRAGON offfantJey. 

ACT III. SCENE I. 

A Rural ProfpeBi near tie Dragnti Den. 

Enter Moore in Armour, and Margery. 

Meore. /'^NE Bufs, dear Afar^ejy, and then away. 
^*-^ Marg. I cannot go, my Love .' 

Moore. You muft not ftay. 

Get up, fweet Wench, get up in yonder Tree, 
And there fecurely you may hear and fee. 

[Margery gets up into the Tree, 
Come, Mr. Dragon, or by Jove 111 fetch youj 
I'll trim your Rafcal's Jacket, if I catch you. 

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112 The DRAGON, 



AIR. 

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Moore. Dragon, Dragon, thus I dare thee : 
Soon to Atoms thus Til tear then ; 

Thus thy Injolence fuhdue. 
But regarding where my Dear >^, 
Then, alas I I feel what Fear is^ 
Sweetefl Margery for you. 
Dragon roars. 
Moore, It is not Strength that always wins ; 

Good Wit does Strength excel. 

Confound the Rafcal how he grins, — 



I'll creep into this Well. 

[Gets into the WeU. 

Enter Dragon, and goes to the WeU, 

Dragon, What nafty Dog has got into the Well, 
Difturbs my Drink, and makes the Water fmell. 

[Moore pps up his Head, and cries y Boh ! 

AIR. 



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AIR. 

. Dragon. Oh^ hoi Mr, Moore, 

Tqu Son of a Whore ^ 
I wijb Id known your Trtch hefore, 
^MoQit gets out of the JVell^ encounters the Dragon^ 

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and kills him by a Kick on theBack-fide, 
Drag, Ofi! oh! oh! 
The DevU take your Toe. \pies^ 

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To him Margery, {in a Rap^ure^ 

Marg, Oh, mj Chaoopibh I how 4'y<e ^0 ? 

Moore, Oh, myCbarinet! fao^areyou? 

Marg, Very well, thank you. 

Moore, I'm fa too. 

Your Eyes were livta, a'nd your Ckeeks Were pale ; 
But now you look as brisk as bottled Ale. 
GivemeaBufs. . - - 

Marg, — • Ah, twenty it you pleafe. 



Moore, With aU my Heart, and twenty after thefe. 

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My fweet Honey -futklej my Joy and Delight 

Til kifs thee alt Day, and Til bug thee altN^bt, 
My Dear^ is made of fuch epicellent Stuffy 
/ think I pall never have KiJJing enough, 
Ci4b^ Mpft xpix^x^ Moore y what Wonders Hail tHou clone \ 
Dcftroy d the Dragon, and my Marg ry won. 
The Loves of this brave Knight^ and my fair Daughter^ 
In K ORATORIOS (hall be fung hereafter. 
Begin your Songs of Joy; begin/ begin, ." 
And rend the Pf^elkin with harmonious Din. 



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Sing^fing, and rorioy 

j^ Oratorio 

To gallant Morio, 

Of Moore-Hall 
To Margereenia 
Of Roth'ram Greenia, . 

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Btttutys bright ^eema^ 

Bellow iandbawi* 

HUZZA I 
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AUXALINDA, enraged at the Faljhood of 
Moore, retires difconfolate to a Defart, 
Marg£et ^^wm Ijod^ -NfooR^ fldm the imehtfi, 
of Creatures y is fo elevated laitb her prefent Grandeur^ 

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^hat fbe becomes a very Virago, and leads her Hup 
handfuch a confoundediiifBy that he rnm a^yfrom 
her on the very Wedding-Nighty andflies^ for ^uiet- 
fake^ to the Defart \ where meetifig wifh^l/i/tuit M:ifa)\^ 
they reff^ , their formi^ Lov0s, ifftd^gr^Jonder than 
ever. Lady Moo&E purfues them with the utmofi 

Furyi^ jsmkdire^'IJ^i^t^ et^ims > . l^tidGit b ^kf ,^^»- 

dies all Parties, is married to Mauxalinda, and 

the Opera *tnficiuifes happily^ according fb the Cuflom 

of all Operas \ no matter how improbable y abfurd or 

ridiculous, 

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D R AG N ESS 

ACT I. SCENE I. 

ji Magft^antTiir^k finely illuminaUd, ageatpfjim- 
ber of Priefis, Chprijters, iff,. Bride-men, Brijf- 
maids. Sec. &c. Moore and his Lady, GubbinSj 
Guejfs, Guards, and other Attendants, &c, &c. &c; 

e H O R UrS. 

Triumph Fahur, triumpb'Beauty, ' 
Fortune ncw.bas done its Dutf. , . '. .' 

Happy Pair I live Ismg, andmeafure 
Evry Moment with new Pleafure. 

Moore. ^^TOw to Moore-Hall, njy Friends, let's 
•A- -^ tafte away, 
To celebrate this happy Nuptial-Day. 

Cho. Triumph, Valour, &c. [Exennt omnes. 

SCENE 



120 ThtDRAGONESS, 

S C E N E 11. A Defart. 
Mauxalinda Sola, 

• > 

Maux. From Moore, and my too happy Rival flown. 
Poor Mauxalinda wanders here alone. 
Their Bridal Joys are worfe than Death to mcj 
Alas ! how cruel is my Deftiny ! 

Enter Shepherd. 

- Shef, Whether, fair Maiden, woald yoit ^f ■' '. \ 

Do you yqn diTnial Defart know ? 

Barren and dry, a Waile of Sand, ... 

An unfrequented Traft of 'Land : 

No Food, no Shelter does it give, 

There only favage CreatOYes live. 



AIR. 

ffark / / bear theMidn^bt Owl, 
And the Wolves for Hunger ^fii^ \ 
Seanbing eager for tbeir Prey^ 
Tbis is mt a Place for. Stay, 

^ 

Maux 






A Burlesque OPERA. 121 

Maux. The only Place for me. 

. Leave me alone. 

Now howl ye Wolves to Mauocalindd^ Moan. 

Shepb. The Woman's mad 3 but Til away, 
This is not a Place for Stay, 



[Exit Shepherd. 



Mauxalinda Sola. 



AIR. 



Tie Swain I adore has u?tdone me ; 
He wood me until be bad won me : 
He courted me^fure^ but tojhiin me, 
And now from bis J^rms am I tbrown, 

Comey Deatb, from DiJlraSlion, relieve me^ 
Cold Eartb to tby Bofom receive me ', 
Come tbou wbo fo bafely coul<^fl leave me, 
Andfhed one kind Tear on my Stone, [Exit. 



R SCENE 



122 ThtDRJGQN ES S, 



i 



S, C E N E III. Moore-Hall. 

Moore and his Lady^ Gubbins, Guefisy Sec. Ah En- 
tertainment fif Dancing ; after which they all come 
forward, 

'A ft 

9 » 

Moore. How comes it Mauxalinda is not here, 

\Surveying the Cotnpanj. 
To grace our Nuptials, aud partake our Chear? 

Ijidy, Methinks, iu Manners, you might longer ftay> 
Can't you forget her on your Wedding Day ? 

Moore Upon my Soul I meant no Harm, my Dear. 

Lady. I tell you, Sir, (he has no Bus'nefs here. 

Guh. Be eafy Child, and fet your Fears afide • 
For Mauxalinda^ mad with Rage and Pride, 
Has, in a. Hurry, pack'd up all her Things, 
Her Cloaths, her Morey, nay, her three Gold Rings, 
And went away this Morning by the Carrier. 

Moore. She's a fmart Girl, fome Londoner may mar- 
ry her. 

A I R. 






A BuRLESQjjE OPERA. 123 

A I R. 

Thus the Damfely young and pretty^ 
^Mts the Country with Difdain ; 

Takes a Trip to London Cityy 
Nobler Conquefls to obtain: 

There Jhe Prudes itfo demurely y 

Andfo well dif plays her Charmty 
That fome wealthy Citfecurely 
She allures into her Arms. 
Lady, What, all this Infolence before my Face ! 
Go fetch her back, and let her take my Place. 

A I R. 

Go Cucloldly Cully 

Follow your Trully 
Tm not to he madefuch a Tool, 

Sir Knigbty Tmyour Wifry 

And during my Lifey 
Your Worjhip Jhall find me no Fool, 

R 1 Moore, 



\ 



J24 ThQDRJGONESS, 

Moore. I'm all Surprize ! What means this fudden 
Change I 
*Tis wond'rous odd! 

Gu^. Tis more than odd, 'tis ftrange! 

Moore. Speak to her. Sir 

Gu6. Not I, upon my Life : 

'Tis dang'rous meddling betwixt Man and Wife. 

AIR. 
^gree^ agree ; 
If not^ d'ye fee^ 

A$ you fall out^ 
Fall in, for me. 
Moore. Why is my dearefl Dear fo crofs to me ? 
I wou'd not be fo to my Margery. 

Lady. It might be Margry Guhbins heretofore ; 
But now, 1*11 make you know, Fm Lady Moore. 

' [Strutting. 
■'■'.' 

Moore. Why fo thou art .-—But yet I hope, my Dear ! 
If thou art Cap, I may be Button here. 



Lady 



} 



A Burlesque OPERA. 125 

Lacfy. You think you're Mafter now; but that 
won't do : . " 

I tell yoUj I'll be. Cap and Button too. 

Moore, lyiy Anger rifes : — Woman, have a care ! 
Lacfy. i fcorn your Anger, ftrike me if you dare ! 

. A I R. 



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* * You t Toul Tout 
■Coxcomb I Blockhead ! NumbskuU / Nizey / 
/ dejy joUy I defpifeyou ! 

Do! Do! Dot [Exit Lady. 

Gub. Why, Daughter ! Daughter ! 

Moore. Let her have her Way, 

Brides know their Power upon their Wedding-Day. 
The Joys they give-usr wou'd be too compleat, 
Did not fome Bitter mingje ,with the Sweet. 
You fee, my Friends, how 'tis ;•— I mull fubmit. 
Gub. Poor Soul I I pity thee ! by Jove^ thou rt bit. 



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A I R. 



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126 VSt DRAGttNESS, 

AIR. 

Moore. • So Hercules of oldy 

the Valiant and the Bold, 

« 

Who made the fierce Giants and Monfiers to rue. 
Was forcd to Rock and Reel, 
And turn the Spinning-Wheel y 
So much coud a Woman his Pajjionfubdue. 

< [Exit. 
Guh. Farewell, Moore-Hall,^ thou art no Place for 
Stay: 
O, Friends ! this is a difmal Wedding-Day ! 
But follow me, we'll have our Mirth out ftill. 
For fince my Son can't entertain, I- will 

CHORUS. 

Oh fad I Ohflrange t 
Ob doleful Change ! 

[Exeunt Omnes. 



The End of the Firft A£fc. 



THE 

D R AGO N E S S. 

ACT II. SCENE I. 

Tie Defart. 
Moore Solus, 

AR E thefe the Joys of Wedlock, this the Life, 
A Man muft lead with an outragious Wife ? 
This Woman has a Spirit woa'd fcare the Devil ; 
Tygers and Wolves, eompar'd to her, are civil. 
Alas! what mighty Deeds have I to brag on? 
I'm more afraid of her, than of the Dragon. 
Sooner in Defarts with wild Beafts I'll dwell. 
Than with that Wife, who makes my Home a Hell. 

AIR 



128 The DRAGQNESS, 

A I R. 
PFas ever Manfo much deceived f 
Can ever Woman be believd? 

I thought my L,ove 

A Turtle Dovey 
And dreamed of endlefs^ endlefs Charms ; 

But now Tve got^ 

m 

O cur/ed Lot / . 
A Dragonefs into my Arms. 

S^vi'n, fings behind the Scenes y 

Cruel Swain, ^c. 

Moore. What tender, plaintive Sounds invade my 

Ear? 

Sure Melancholy's Self inhabits here : 

Approach, fweet Warbler ! thou perhaps may 'ft be, 

Some eafy cred'lous Wretch, deceiv'd like me ; 

rU not obftrud, but liften to thy Moan, 

Then mingle, with thyfoft Complaints, my own. 

\Retiresto a Comer of the Stage, 



£,nter 



A Burlesque OPERA. 129 



Enter Mauxalinda. 



A I Ri 



Cruel Swain y Jince you forfake me^ 
m to lonely Shades betake me^ 

Like the mournful Turtle-Dove : 
IVhile my Fondnefs you re difdainingy 
Faithful Jlill in foft complainings 
TU lament my haplefs Liove. 
Moore. My Mauxalinda t O tranfporting Sight ! 
Come to my Arms, thou Treafure of Delight ! 

\Goes to embrace her, Jheflie% back, 
Maux. What new Device is this, to mock my Grief? 
Experience no w has banifti'd all Belief. 

Moore. I own my Crime, Oh pardon my Offence ; 

T 

•^'m all Confufion, Shame, and Penitence ! - 

\Kneeling, 






Maux. '' O Moore, I love you as I love my Life 



I'd fain believe you, but you've got a Wife. 



Moore, 



130 Ths DRJGONESS, 

Moore. Oh ! name her not-— with thee, my LoYe^ 

I'll % 

Far as the utmofl Verge of Earth or Sky : 
We'll traverfe ev'ry Sea, and ev'ry Shore, 
And ne'er approach that hated Ohjed more. 

DUETTO. 

Around the wide U^orld we will wander^ 
Grow fonder, and fonder, and fonder ^ 
Well cuddle together, 
To keep out the Weather, 
And kifs the cold Winter away. 
When ^Ys fultry Heat does invade us. 
Green Ofiers and Willows JhaU Jhade usy 

Well chirrip and Jing ' 



Like Birds in the Spring, 
And fr dick it aUtbe long Day, 



[Exeunt. 



SCENE 






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A Burlesque O P E R A. 131 






SCENE II. Gubbins'f Houfe. 
Gubbins aftJ Guefis, as from Drinkif^, 

I ft Gueft. Thanks^ noble GuBSim^ £qt this Night's 
Repaft : 
I think we've fairly mad[e it out at laft. 

Ct«3. Bat why fohafly, why fo foon away ? 
Another Bottle will bring on the Day. 

Enter Lady Moore* 

GuS. What's this I fee ! — My Daughter 1 Say, 

my Dear ! 
What brings thee thus uiifeafonably here ! 
How could'fl thou quit fo foon thy Bridal Bed ? 

[Ladyftgis, 
A Sigh too! Tell me, is thy Husband dead? 
Lady:^, Oh ! ten Times worfe I 
Guk ^ How can that be? 

^^* ../ ■ ■ ' * ' J. [. ' {' _ ' . He's fled^ 

S a Guh, 



132 Ths DRAGONE^S, 

Gtti, What ! before CtMifttmmatkift ? 

Lady. Ay, to my gteit Vexation! 

Guh. O Daughter, Daughter ! if I right CQoje£]kure, 
He ran away to Ycape a Curtain Le^lure. 

Lady.. No, he has MauxaUnda in his Mind : 
Now (he is gone, he cannot flay behind. 

Gub, Wti fadly off; lor (he, like thee, I fear. 

Has got a Tongue, too many for his Ear. 

AIR. 

Tl^e Tongue "is h dOft^inus f^saporty 

Tiaf woundt with R^^roach^s pmen, 
Aftd keeps the poor Husband from Jleeping^ 

While bis Wife rings a Peal in bis Ear. 
Lady. Unhappy mbl .1 caihe to be r^reft; 

• • _ 

And yoa, I fee, make all my Wrongs your Jeft : 
But I'll tJMo^u^ afl the Couits of Law pm^eihim : 
I'll rummage Hell itfetf, but 1*11 Uiido'htBai ; 
I'll iflbe out Reward-by^P^ddafttttioii, 

And haWhiai;3fw8limg in the Nation. ■\ 

AIR. 



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A Burlesque OPERA 133 

AIR. 

No Place JbaU conceal ^em, no Mercy TUjhow^ 

rU follow ^em down to the Regions below. 

[Exit. 

Giik. Well faid, my Girl, — thy Mother's Daugh-; 

ter dill : 

»•• • 

She had a Tongue mofl exquifitely (hrill. . 

[Horn founds* 
But, hark! the jolly Hunt fman's Horn 
Gives Notice of approaching Morn : 
Let's lofe no Moment of Delight, ' 

But hunt all Day, as we have drank all Night. 

A I R. 
Come follow, Brave BdySy to. the Chace^ 
For Morning ht^edks on us'apice;^ ^ , . 
The Fogs and the Mi ft s dif appear ^ 
V the Dofwn is delightfully clear. 

The Hounds are uncoupled, then hafleand away, 
TouU lofe aU the Sport, if you hnger^dehy. 
QlA.0.1he Hounds, 8cc. 

What 






I3f The DRJGON ESS, 

What are your Operas ta mey* 

But Tweedleum-Tweedleam-twee ? 

No Mu/ick, thais under the Sky^ 

Can equal the Hounds at full Cry. 
Hben a Fig for Italians, their Squeak and their Squally 
One true Englifh SportfmanjhaUduntbfound^em all, 

•C H O. rben a Fig, &c. ""^ 

HiddoWj ^c. 

Ns B. Some Perfons (among which the Author makes 
one) chufe, inftesad of the laft Verfej to£ng the 
following : 



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How refrejhings the Breeze of the Morn I 

How enchanting the Sound of the Horn! 

No Mufick^ thai 5 under the Sky, 

Can equal the Hounds at full Cry, 

Hark I hark J how they open I then hajle away ; 

Tot^iU lofii aU the Sporty if you longer delay. 

C HO. Hark I hark/ ^c. 

[Exeunt. 

SCENE 



A Burlesque OPERA. 135 



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SCENE III. The Defart, 
Moore and Mauxatlnda embracing, 

DUETTO, 
1!Rlaux. By thefe ArtnSj that round thee twine 
htike the ever-circling F'ine I 
By this tender find Emhracey 

Nothing. Jhall wy Love efface. 
Moore. By the NeBfir^ ffahich JJtp 

From thy fift and ruby hipy 
Never, never, will I leave thee, 

\ 

Never, n^}er.; more deceive thee* : 
Both. Never, never, 8cc. 
Enter Lady Moore with ConflaUet, Guards, 3cc. imd 

Jurprizes ^enu, 
Lady, So, fo, my pretty Turtles, are you there — — 
Tve caught you napping, as Mofs caught his Mare. 
Sir, that^s your Prifoner \l'o Conjlable* 



Take my Lady Stock, 



Make her heat Hemp, and chain her to the Block. 



[Mau&. 



138 ThtDRJGONESS, 

AIR. 

To tny Mauxy I fly ; 

TU releafe her^ or die : 

She JhaU never be kept like a Pig in a Sty. 

[Exit. 

Moore Solus. 

Moore. Was ever Man fo hamper'd with a Wife ? 

Patience, ye Gods ! but I am link'd for Life ; 

The Knot's too faft ; 'tis needlefs to complain ; 

I wifli the Dragon Mfere alive again. 

[Ghofl of the Dragon rifes. 

Ghofl. Behold his Ghofl ! and now good Mafler 

MoCre, 

You're in a worfe Condition than before : 

You have a female Dragon yet to quell ; 

Who (hall revenge my Quarrel ; fo farewell. 

[Def^emls^ 
Ghofls of three Children rife. 

\ft Gh. We are the Spedrums of the Children Three, 
Whom moft voracioufly devoured he ; 

5^. 



A BuRLESQUB OPERA. 139 

1/ The Dragon is a lying Son of a Whore ; 
Believe him not one Tittle, valiant Moore. 

^d. The word is part, the bed is yet to come ; ' 
Take Comfort, then ; fo no more Words, but Mum. 

\Tie Gbofis defcend, 

Moore. Heav'n knows, no other Comfort I implore. 
But that I never may behold her more. 

AIR. 

The Lion in Battle engagd. 

When he fills all the Forefi with Dready 

Is a Lamb to a TF'oman enragd^ 
If once Jealoufy gets in her Head, 

Her SouTs on a Ferment of Furyy 
Nofoothing the Tempeft can fiiU\ 

cthe values no Law^ 7*^^^^i ^^ jf^^Kyy 
Her darling Revenge to fulfilL 



T 2 SCENE 



140 ThQ D RJGO NESS, 



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SCENE II. . ^ Pri/on. 

Mauxalinda in Chasm, 
AIR. 
0& I piercing Anguifi> I 

m 

Ob I cruel Deftiny / 
Here muft I languijh 
For L.ofs of Liberty / 

Enter Lady Moore, 

Lady, So, Madam_, — how d'ye like your (lately 
Lodging ? 

Is not this better than in Defarts dodging ? 

Maux, Madam, I fee through all your faucy Sneer— 
You may provoke my Scorn, but not my Fear. 

ILady. Since fo heroically you defy, 
I take you at your Word, prepare to die. 

\Draws a Dagger^ and 
goes to kill her. 

Maux. 



A BuRLESCiyE OPERA. 141 

Manx. You're not in Earned fure. 

Liady. — — — : 1 aro indeed. • 

Maux. Help ! Murder ! Murder ! 

Lady. Traitrefs ! thou (halt blead. 

DUETTO. 

Maux. Hear J oh hear ! my fad Contrition^ 
See J oh fee I my low Suhmifjion | 

P/Vy, p*ty-) ^y Condition^ 

While I weeping kneel to you. 

Lady. I defpife your mock Contrition^ 
I difdain your fham SubmiJ/ion j 
/ regard not your Condition^ 
Vengeance^ Vengeance^ is my Due. 

Enter Gubbins, with Guards^ and releafes Maux, 

Gub. Daughter, forbear ! and let your Fury ceafe. 
For know I'm come my Mauxy to releafe : 
Here's her Difcharge, Sir, from a Juftice o' Peace. 

\To yatler. 
Lady, 



142 The DRAGONESS, 

Lady. Patience, yc Gods ! my Father too my Foe ! 
Gub. Daughter ! your Duty and your Diftance know. 

Lady. rU be reveng'd. 

Gub. — • Nay, if (he makes a Riot, 

Jailer fecure her till (he- grows more quiet. 

[Exit Gkib. Maux. ^c\ 

Lady Moore Sola. 
Lady, This is enough to make a Woman mad ! 

I'll be reveng'd, if Vengeance can be had, 

AIR. 

7bu$ diJiraSiedy thus tormentedy 

Nothing Jhall my Rage delay y 
Never will I rejl contented 

^TfU my Vengeance makes its JVay, 

[Exit Lady. 



SCENE III. Gubbins'/ Houfe, . 
Mauxallnda ^WGubbins. 
Maux, This wond'rons Goodnefs how can I repay ! 
GuK Oh ! you {hall make it up another Way. 

\Chuching her under the Chin, 

Sweet 



A Burlesque OPERA. 143 

Sweet Mauxalinda^ if you can forfake 
All other Men for Gafiar Guhbins Sake, 
And prove to him a true and faithful Wife, 
With all I have Til Jointure thee for Life. 

AIR. 

Mauxalinda thus admiring^ 

r 

Does my Soul of Souls injlave ; 
■ For her Charm of Charms expiring^ 
See her fond Adorer crave, 

■ 

Maux. Since they've depriv'd me of my deareft 
Knight, {afide, 

ril marry Gubbins merely out of Spight. 
And when I'm Madam Margry% Mother-in-Law, 
By yovey rU keep her Lady (hip in Awe. _ 

[Turns to Gubbins^ andfingt. 



AIR. 



144 T^DRJGONESS, 

A I R» 

Tifen come to my Arms^ old Dad^ 

And fondle thine own dear Honey : 
If Love is too late to be had. 

We U make up tbeLofs with Money, • 

[They embrace.] 
To them Lady Moore. 
L<j^/)f Why, Father! what d'ye mean ? 

Gub. — What's that ^o you ? 

I'm old enough to know what 'tis I do. 

Lady. To have more Wit, you're old enou|;h, 'tis 
true. 



And (he is young enough to Cuckold you. 

Mauft. My Lady Pert ! I'll make you know here- 
after, 
That I'm your Father's Wife, and you're my Daughter. 
Lady, Your Daughter, Strumpet! ftiall my Hus- 
band's Whore 
Call herfelf Mother to my Lady Moore f 

DUETTO. 



A BuRi^EscLiTE OPERA. 14$ 

DUETTO. 

m tear out your Eyes, 

rU pluck off your Nofe ; 
Tour Threats I defpife, 

rU double my Blows, 

« » c 

/ [They prepare to fight. 

GtS» Daughter, you're wrong, and I muft fet you 
right ; 
By gentle Means you fhould engage your Knight : 
Thefe furious Methods do but blaft your Charms, 
And render. you moll hateful to his Arms. 

AIR. 

» 

'7/V »ot JVit^ it is not Beauty, 



^Tis not to be Fair and. Toung ; 

• j ' » 

Shes ntofi prizd who knows her DutVy 

Andean hefl reftrain her Tongue. 
Malice, Ranqour, Spleen, andS/ityr, 

. Cbace the Lover from your Arms : 
Innocence and pure Gooc{'Nature, 

.. Are the only lofting Charms, 



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146 The DRJGON ESS, 

Lady. Father, I own that all you fay is true ; 
But what won't Jealoufy in Woman do ? 

AIR. 
Wretched is a.Wifes Condition, 
Deep the Sting of Jharp Sufpi'cion, 
When the Husband proves a Rover, 
And another gains him over. 

When [he fees herfelf negleBed, 

And her Rival more rejpeSled: 

Oh 1 how great mufl be her Anguifh ! 

Who can blame her then to languifh f 
Lady, I fee my Fault, and ftand convinc d at laft, 
My future Life fliall mend my Errors paft. 
I have another Pardon here to crave : 

^ - c 

I « * 

Can you forgive me ? \Tuming to Mauxalinda. 

Maux, — 'Tis but ask, and have. 

* 

No more a Rival, but a Daughter dear ; 

Come to my Arms. ]T%ey embrace, 

Gub, Oh I what a Cnaiige is here ! 

^ DUETTO. 



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A Burlesque OPERA. 147 

DUETTO. 

happy Tramfofmation ! 

Sweet Reconciliation I 

Joyous blefl Event I 

Kind Crifis of Content f . [Moore appears. 

Lady. But fee my Husband penfive with Alarms; 

Oh 1 let me meet him with extended Arms ! 

Gub. Not quite fo hafty, leave me firft to found him^ 

Too quick to ruQi upon him, may confound him. 

[Ljady retires. 
Enter Moore. 

Moore, Oh joyful Sight! my Mauxalinda freed! 
Thanks, noble Gubbins, for this gen'rous Deed ! 
Oh ! let me fly into thy Arms ! 

[Runs to embrace her ; Gubbins inter pofes, 

Gub. Not fo. 

She's now my Mauxalinda^ yoii muft know. 

Moore, What can this mean ! 

Maux. 1 can fay nothing to*! ; 

But toudi me not, I'm now forbidden Fruit.. 

U a ' For 



148 The DR^GO NESS, 

For ever his, for Better and for Worfe. 
Have you not got a Wife ? 

Moore, a Plague ! a Curfe ! 

Where is that Wife who makes her Husband fly, 
And gives him no Repldfe beneath the Sky ? 
Now let her vent her utmoft Rage, and fee, 
Who tis (hall wear the Breeches, me or me ? 
Like Bajazet, 1*11 keep her in a Cage ; 

r 

While I, like Tamerlaney but mock her Rage : 
And till, like Gnjfel^ (he (hall patient be. 
She (hall a very Nero find of me, 

• ■ 

[Gubbins introduces Lady Moore, 
She kneels. 

Gub. Here is that Wife upon her bended Knees ! 
She asks your Pardon, ufe her as you pleafe. 
Moore. What Farce is this ? 



* 



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« Lady. No Farce, my cleared Life, 

■ 

But a converted, and obedient Wife. 



A I R. 



1 



A Bu&LESQUB OPE RA. t^ 



A I r: 

Never ^ never ^ TU offend you ; 



, I 



V 



f •' 



Or your warm Refentment dare t 
Every ever, TU attend you^ ■ 
Tour Content Jhall be my Care. 
[Moore r(^ifes her up, and Embraces her. 
Moore. See what one kiad, one gentle Word can do, 
To heal the Mifchiefs that from Rage enfae ! 
Come to my Arms, and may*fl thou, ever be. , 
As kind to Moore, as he is fond of thee. 

AIR. 
Sage Experhficn oftfn teaches^ 

Falling-out does Love renew : 
So forgetting former Breaches ^ 
Leisy like Turtles^ hill and cooe. 
' Maus. I wifli you Joy, and may (he ever be 
As true to you, as you have been to me. {T'o Moore afide, 

Gub. Why now all's right — Call all the Country in ; 
Keep open Houfe, and let the Sports begin. 

\An Entertainment of Dancing ; after which 
tbey all come forward. Moore, 



^pt TkeDR AGO NESS, 

Moore. Henceforth let Difcord and Diffention ceafe, 
While we all live in Harmony and Peace. 

Gui. And have of Wealth and Children great 
Increafe. 

CHORUS. 

Strain your Voices, crack your Strings; 
Hefings lejl, who loudefi Jings. 
Blow your Cheeh of Sound away. 
His moft glorious Holiday. 
BRAVO! Bravissimo! ^r. SPc. 

The End of the O P E R A. 



I 



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Chrononhotonthologos 



THE MOST 



TRAGICAL TRA6EDY, 



That ever was Tragediz'd by any Company 

ofTl^AGEDlANS. 



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PROLOGUE. 

TO Night our comic Muse the Buskin wears, 
And gives her/elf no fmaU Romantic Airs ; 
Struts in Heroics, and in pompous Verfe 
^oes the minutefl Incidents rehearfe • 
In Ridicule s firiEi RetrofpeEi difplays 
Hhe Poetajiers of thefe modern Days : 
Who with big bellowing Bombajl rend our Ears, 
Which, Jlript of Sounc(, quite void of Senfe appears ; 

4 

Or elf e their Fiddle-Faddle Numbers flow. 

Serenely dull. Elaborately low .• ■ 

Either Extreme, when vain Pretenders take. 

The ASior fuffers for the Author s Sake. 

the quite-ttrd Audience lofe whole Hours', yet pay 

Togo un-pleasd and un-improvd away. 

This being our Scheme, we hope you will exeufe 

The wild Excurfion of the wanton Mufe ; 

Who out of Frolick wears a mimic Mask, 

Andfets herfelffo whimfical a Task : 

^Tis meant to pleafe, but if fhould offend, 

It^s veryfhorty andfoon will have an End, 

X ^ Dra- 



Dramatis Persons. 

Chrononhotonthologos, King ^Queerummania< 

Bombardinlan, his General. 
Aldiborontiphofcophornio, 



Rigdum-Funnidos, 

Captain of the Guards. 

Herald. 

Cook. 

DoBor. . 

King of tbeFidlers. 

King of the Antipodes. 



Courtiers. 



Fadladinida, ^een of Queerummania. 

Tatlanthe, i6^r Favourite. 

Two Ladies of the Court. 

Two Ladies of fleafur^, 

Venus. 

Cupid. 

Guards and Attendants^ &c. 

■ 

SCENE Hueerummania. 



THE 



THE 

TRAGEDY 

O F 

ChrONONHOTONTHO LOCOS. 

SCENES Anti-Chamber in the Palace. 

Enter Rigdum-Funnidos and Aldiborontiphofco- 
phornio. 
Rig-Fun A Ldiborontiphofcophotniol 

•'- ^ Where left you Cbrononbotonthologos ? 
Aldi. Fatigu'd with the tremendous Toils of War, 
Within his Tent, on downy Couch fuccumbeut, 
Himfelf he unfatigues with gentle Slumbers, 

X 3 Lull'd 



ic^6 Chrononhotonthohgos, 

LuU'd by the chearful Trumpets gladfome Clangor, 
The Noifeof Drums, and Thunder of Artillery, 
He lleeps fupine amidfl the Din of War: 
And yet 'tis not definitively Sleep ; 

« 

Rather a kind of Doze, a waking Slumber, 
That {heds a Stupefaflion o'er his Senfes ; 
For now he-nods and fnores ; anon he ftarts ; - 
Then nods and fnores again ; If this be Sleep, 
Tell me, ye Gods ! what mortal Man's awake ! 
What fays my Friend to this ? 

Rig-Fun. Say! I fay he deeps Dog-Sleep : What 

a Plague wou'd you have me fay ? 

Aldi, O impious Thought! O curft Infinuation ! 

As if great Chrononhotonthologos 

To Animals deteflable and vile. 

Had ought the lead Similitude ! 

Kig. My dear Friend ! you entirely mifapprehend 

me : I did not call the King Dog by Craft; I was only 

going to tell you that the Soldiers have juft now receiv'd 

their Pay, and are all as drunk as fo many Swabbers. 

Aldu 



ChromthotimthoJogos, it^y 

j^/dt. Give Orders inflantly that no more Money 
Be iHued to the Troops : Mean time, my Friend, 
Let the Baths be fiU'd with Seas of Coffee, 
To ftupify their Souls into Sobriety 

Rig. I fancy you had better banifh the Sutlers, and 
blow the Geneva Casks to the Devil. 

j4/iif. Thou counferft well, my Rigdum-Funnidos^ 
And Reafon feems to father thy Advice : 

Butjfoft! The King in penfive Contemplation 

Seems to refolve on fome important Doubt ; 
His Soul, too copious for his Earthly Fabrick, 
Starts forth, fpontaneous, in Soliloquy, 
And makes his Tongue the Midwife of his Mind. 
Let us retire, left we difturb his Solitude. 

\7bey retire. 

Enter King, 

King. This God of Sleep is watchful to torment me, 

And Reft is grown a Stranger to my Eyes : 

Sport not with ChromnhotontbologcSy 

Thou 



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; 1^8 ChrmmhBtmthohgoSy 

Thou idle Slumb'rcr, thou detefted Somnus : 
For if thou doft, by all the waking Pow'rs, 
I'll tear thine Eye-Balls from their Leaden- Sockets, 
And force thee to out'ftare Eternity. 

[Exit in a Huff, 
Re-enter Rigdum and hXd^hoxQuxx. 

Rig. — — r. The King is in a moil curfed Paffion ! Pray 
who the Devil is this Mr. Somnusht% fo angry withal? 

Aldi^ The Son of Chaos slnd of Erebus. 
Incefluous Pair ! Brother of Mors relentlefs, 
"Whofe fpeckled Robe, and Wings of blacked Hue, 
Aftonifh all Mankind with hideous Glare ; 
Himfelf with fable Plumes, to Men benevolent. 
Brings downy Slumbers and refrefhing Sleep. 

Rig'Fun. This Gentleman may come of a very 
good Family, for ought I know; but I would not be in 
his Place for the World. 

Aldi. But, lo ! the King his Footfleps this Way 

bending / 

His cogitative Faculties immersed In 






Cbrononhotonthologos , 1 59 

In Cogibundity of Cogitation : 
Let Silence clofe our Folding- Doors of Speech^ 
'Till apt Attention tell our Heart the Purport 
Of this profound Profundity of Thought. 

Re enter King, Nobles y arid Attendants, See, 

King. It isrefolv'd Now, Somnusf. defy thee, 

And from Mankind ampute thy curs'd Dominion. 
Thefe Royal Eyes thou never more (halt clofe. 
Henceforth let no Man fleep, on Pain of Death : 
nftead of Sleep, let pompous Pageantry 
Keep, all Mankind eternally .awake. 
Bid Harlequino decorate the Stage 
With all Magnificence of Decoration :' 
Giants and GianteiTes, Dwarfs and Pigmies, 
Songs, Dances, Mufic in its ampleft Order^ 
Mimes, Pantomimes, and all the magic Motion 
Of Scene Deceptiovijive and Sublime. 

\Tkeflai Scene draws. 
The King is feat ed-, and a Grand Pantemime Enter- 
. tainment is perform d, in the Midfi of which eftters 

a Captain of the Guard Capt, 



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i6o ChrotmhotonthokgQS, 

Capf. To Arms ! to Arms ! great Crononbotontbologost 
Th' Antipodean Pow'rs from Realms below. 
Have burft the folid Entrails of the Earth ; 
Guftiing fuch Catara£^s of Forces forth, 
This World is too incopious to contain 'em : 
Armies on Armies, march in Form ftupendous ; 
Not like our Earthly Regions, Rank by Rank, 
But Teer o'er Teer, high pil'd from Earth to Heaven ; 
A blazing Bullet, bigger than the Sun, 
Shot from a huge and monftrous Culverin, 

Has laid your Royal Citadel in Afties. 

King. Peace, Coward ! were they wcdg'd like 
golden Ingots, 
Or pent fo clofe, as to admit no Vacuum ; 
One Look from Crononhotonthologos 
Shall fcare them into Nothing.' Rigdum'Funnidos^ 
Bid Bombardinion draw his Legions forth. 
And meet us in the Plains of ^eerummania. 
This very now purfelves (hall there conjoin him ; 
Mean Time, bid all the Priefls prepare their Temples 

For 



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^9r 



ChrononhototttMogos, i6i 

For Rites of Triumph : Let the finging Singers, 

With vocal Voices, moll vociferous. 

In fweet Vociferation, out Vociferize 

E'vn Sound itfelf . So be it as we have order'd. 

[Exeunt Otnnes. 



SCENE, A Magnificent Apartment. 
Enter Queen, Tatlanthe, and two Ladies. 

^een. Day's Curtain's drawn, the Morn begins 

to rife, 



> 



And waking Nature rubs her fleepy Eyes : 

The pretty little fleecy bleating Flocks, 

In Baa's harmonious warble thro the Rocks : ^ sS- O^J^ 

Night gathers up her Shades in fable Shrouds, 

And whifpering Ofiers tattle to the Clouds. 

What think you, Ladies, if an Hour we kill. 

At Baflet, Ombre, Picquet, or Quadrille ? 

I'at . Your Majefty was pleas'd lo order Tea, 

^een My Mind is alter'd j bring fome Ratafia. 

\lToey arefervd round with a Dra??t. 



4 

i62 ChronotthotontboJogpf. 

I have a famous Fidler fent from France, 
Bid hiili come in. What think ye of a Dance? 

EfUer Fidler, 

Fid. ' Thus to your Majefty, fays ths fuppliant 

Mufe, 
Wou'd you a Solo or Sonata chule ; 
Or bold Concerto or foft Sicilinia, 
Alia Francefe overoin Gufio Romano? 
When you Command, 'tis done asfoon as fpoke. 

^een. A Civil Fellow ! play us the Black Joak, 

[Mufic plays » 
{^een and Ladies dance the Black Joak. 
So much for Dancing ; naw let's reft a while. 
Bring in the Tea-things, does the Kettle boil ? 

1'at. The Water bubbles and the Tea-Cups skip. 

Through eager Hope to kifs your Royal Lip. ^ 

{^ea brought in. 

ilueen. Come Ladies, will you pleafe to chufe 

your Tea ; 
Or Green Imperial, or Pekoe Bohea? 

\fi Lady. — Never, no, ijiever fure on Earth was feen, 

So 



^sJ^ 



Chromnhotonthologos, 1^3 

So gracious fweet and affable a Queen. 

id Liady. She is an Angel. 

ifl Lady. She's a Goddefs rather. 

Taf. She's Angel, Queen, and Goddefs, altogether, 

^een. — Away ! you flatter me. 

ifl Lady. : — -— We don't indeed : 

Your Merit does our Praife by far exceed. 

^een. — You make me blufh ; Pray help me to 
a Fan. 

I ft Lady. That Blufh becomes yon. 

tat. — Wou'd I were a Man. 

i^ueen, I'll hear no more of thefe fantaflick Airs. 

\Bell rings. 

The Bell rings in : Come, Ladies, let's to Pray'rs. 

[They Dance off. 

S C E N E, -<4» Anti-Chamber. 
Enter Rigdum-Funnidos 'and Aldiborontiphof- 

cophorniq. 
Rig. '£gad, we're in the wrong Box ! Who the 
Devil wou'd have thought that Cbrononhotonhologos 

Y 1 Should 



1 6^ ChromnhomthoJogos. 

Shoa'd beat that mortal Sight of 7ippodeansP 
Why, there's not a Mother's Child of them to be feen 
'Egad, they footed, it away as fad as their Hands cou'd 
carry 'em ; but they have left their King behind 'em. 
We have him fafe, that's one Comfort. 

^Idi. — i— Wou'd he were dill at ampleft Liberty. 
For, Oh ! my deareft Rigdum-Funnidos^ 
I have a Riddle to unriddle to thee, 
Shall make thee ftare thyfelf into a Statue. 
Our Queen's in Love with this Antipodean. 

Rigdum. The Devil (he is ? Well, I fee Mifchief is 
going forward with a Vengeance, 

j^ldi. But, lo ! the Conq'ror comes all crown'd with 

ConqueH 1 
A folemn Triumph graces his Return. 
Let's grafp the Forelock of this apt Occafion, 
To greet the Vi£lor, in his Flow of Glory. 

A Grand Triumph, 
Enter Qhxo\\oTi\xoiont\io\ogos fiuards./ind Attendants^ 
8cc. met by Rigdum-Funnidos and Aldtborontiphof- 
cophronio. • AMi, 



i^^HW 



m^"^^«BPV 



Chrofmhotonthohgos. 



l6i, 



^/j/i/ —-. All hail to Chrononhotonthologos 1 
Thrice trebly welcome to your loyal Subje<^s. 
Myfelfand ia\t\d\i\ Rigdum-Funnidos^ 
Loft in a Labyrin'ch of Love and Loyalty, 
Intreat you to infpefl our immoft Souls, 
. And read in them what Tongue can never utter. 

Chro. ' Aldiborontiphofcophornio^ 

Tothee^ and gexiile Rigdum-Funnidos ^ 
Oar Gratulatlonsflow in Streams unbounded; 
Our Bounty's Debtor to your Loyalty, 
Which (hall with Int'reft be repaid e'er long. 
But where's our Queen \ where's Fadladinida ! 

» 

She (hould be foremoft in this gladfome Train, 
To grace our Triumph \ but I fee fhe flights me. 
This haughty Queen (hall be no longer mine, 
I'll have a fweet and gentle Concubine. 

Rig — Now,my dear little Phofcophorny^QX2.{^\xi^Ti^ 
Lye to bring the Queen off, and Til run with it to her 
thisMinutCjthat we may be all in a Story. Say (he has got 
the Thorough-go*Nimb!e. \JVhifpers and Steals off. 

Aldi. 



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1 66 Chronwihotonihologos , 

Aldi. Speak not, great Chrmonbotontbologos y 

In Accents fo injnrioufly fevere 

Of Fadladinida^ your faithful Queen : 

By me (he fends an Embafly of Love, 

Sweet Blandidmients and kind Congratulation^, 

But, cannot^ Oh ! (he cannot, come herfelf. 

King, — OurRageisturn'dtoFear: What ails the 

Queen? 

Aldi. A fudden Diarrhoeas rapid Force, 
So flimulates the Periflaltic Motion, 
That (he by far out-does her late Out-doing 
And all conclude her Royal Life in Danger. 

King. Bid the Phyficians of the World aflemble 
In Confultation, folemn and fedate : 
More, to corroborate their fage Refolves, 
Call from their Graves the learned Men of Old : 
Galen^ HipcrateSy'ixxA^Paracelfus'y 
Dolors, Apothecaries, Surgeons, Chymifts, 



All! 



Chrmmhtoiahhgosl 1 6y 

All! all! attend; and fee they bring their Med'cines, 
Whole Magazines of galli-potted Noftrums, 
Materialized in Pharmaceutic Order. 
The Man that cures our Queen (hall have our Empire. 

[Exeunt O/nnes, 



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SCENE, j4 Garden, 
Enter Tatlanthe and Queen^ 

^ueen. Heigh ho! my Heart ! 

lat. What ails my gracious Queen ? 

^een. O would to Venus I had never feen! 
Tat. Seen what, my Royal Miftrefs ? 

^een. Too^ too much! 

Tat. Did it affright you ? 

^een. No, 'tis nothing fuch» . 

Tat, What was it, Madam ? 

^een, — ——Really I don't know^ 

Tat. It muft be fomething ! 

^een. No-! 

. Tai. 



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168 ChrottOtthotonihohgQs, 



Tat. Or nothing ! 

^een, < No. 

Tat. Then I conclude of courfe, fince it was Neither' 
Nothing, and Something jumbled well together. 

^(ueen. Oh! my 7d;//^z«//6^, have you never feen! 

Tat. Can Iguefs what, unlefsyou tell? my Queen! 

^ueen. The King I mean. 

Tat. Juft now returned from War : 

yc He rides like Mars in his Triumphal Car. 
Conqueft precedes with Laurels in his Hand ; 
Behind him Fame does on her Tripos (land; 
Her Golden Trump fhrillthro' the Air (he founds. 
Which rends the" Earth, and thence to Heaven rebounds ; 
Trophies and Spoils innumerable grace 
This Triumph, which all Triumphs does deface : 
y( Hade then, great Queen ! your Hero thus to meet, 
Who longs to lay bisLiurels at your Feet. 

^ueen. Art mad Tatlanthe? I meant no fuch 



Thing. 
Your Talk's diftafleful. 



Tat, 



!«■ - J 



^t^t^i^^mtmm^mm^mmfm^ 



\ 



« 

€hrm(mhot(mthologos, 1 6^ 

7af. -Didn't you name the King ^ 

^een, I did, Tatlantbcy but it was not thine ; 
The charming King I mean , is only mine. 

Tat. Who elfe, who elfe^ but fuch a charming Fair, 
In Cbrononbetontbologcs fhould (hare ? 
The Queen of Beauty, and the God of Arms, 
In him and you united Wend their Charms. 
/ Oh ! had you feen him, how he dealt out Death, 
And at one ftroke robb'd Thoufands of their Breath : 
While on the flaughter d Heaps'himfelf did rife, 
In Pyramids of Conqueft to the Skies : 
The Gods all hail d, and fain would have him (lay ; 
But your bright Charms have call'd him thence away. 

^etn. This does my utmoft Indignation raifis : ; . 
You are too pertly lavKh in his Praife. 
Leave me for ever I 

J I 

. ; [Tatlanthe Kneeling, 
Tat, ^—-t4-: Oh ! what (hall I fay ? 

Do not;, great Quc^, your Anger thus difplay ! 

O frown 



/ 



170 ; Chrotmhotanth^Gf, 

O frown me deajd ! let me not live to hear 
My gracious Queen and Miftrefs fo fevcre ! 
iVe made fome horrible Miilake> no doubt j. 
Oh! tell me what it is ! 

^een, . — No, find it out; 

Tat, No, I "will never leave you j here I'll grow^ 
Till you fome Token of Forgivenefs ihow : 
Oh ! all ye Powers above, come down, come down! 
And from her Brow difpel that aiigry Ffown. 

^een. Tht/aniife rife, you have prevail'd at laft. 
Offend no more,- and VW excufe what's paA. 

. (Tatl«nthie afide^ rififp^. 

Tat. Why, what a Fool was I, not to pejfceive her 



PafTion for the topfy-turvy King, thejGentleman th 
carries his Head where his Heels (hould be? But I m«l)r 



tack about I fee. 



ThtBeQneen. 



Excufe me, graciom Madam ! if my Heart 
Bears Sjrmpathy with yours iu ev'ery Part i 



With 



Chrwonhotmhohgos. 171 

* 

With you alike, I forrow and rejoice. 

Approve your Paffion, and commend your Choice ; 

The Captive King. 

^een, That's he ! that's he ! that's he ! 

» 

I'd die ten Thoufand Deaths to fet him free : 

» 

Oh ! my Tattantht / have you feen his Face, 
His Air, his Shape, his Mien, his ev'ry Grace, 
In what a charming Attitude he (lands. 
How prettily he foots it with his Hands ! 
Well, to his Arms, no to his Legs I fly. 
For I mud have him, if I live or die. 

\Effeunt, 



41 



i^kw«iM«iM««i^MMW^M^M^HM^^i«M*i^BMa*^ii^MMaiMiteM«I^MiaMk*BiaMMMa*l^MairiM 



SCENE, A Bedchamber, 
Chrononhotonthologos dfleep, 

[Rough Mufick, ylz. 

Sait-Boxa and RoUing-Pimy Gridirons and Tongs ; 

Sow-Gtlders Horns, Marrowbones aad Cleavers^ 

8cc &c. 

[Hewakis^ 

• » ♦ 

2^ 3 Cbm 



172 Chronofihotmthilcgos, 

Chro. What heav'nly Sounds are thefe that charm 
my Ears ! 
Sure 'tis the Mufick of the tuneful Spheres. 

Enter Captain of the Guards. 
Cap. A Meflenger from Gen'ral Bombardimon 
Craves inftant Audience of y.our Majefty. 
Chro. Give him Admittance. 

Enter Herald. 
Her. Long Life to Chrononbotonthologoi f 
Your faithful Gen'ral Bombardinion 

Sends you his Tongue, tranfplanted in my Mouthy 
To pour his Soul out in your Royal Ears. 

Chro. Then ufe thy Mafter's Tongue with Reverence? 
Nor wafle it in thine own Loquacity, 
But briefly and at large declare thy Meflage. 

Her. Sufpend a while, great Chrononhotontbologoty 
The Fate of Empires and the Toils of War ; 
And in my Tent lets quaff Phalernian Wine 
Till our Souls mount and emulate the Gods. 
Two Captive Females, beauteous as the Morn, 



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Submiflive to your WiChes, court your Option,' . 
Hafte then, great King, to blefs us with your Prefenc© 
Our Scouts already watch the wifh'd Approach, 
Which fhall be welcom'd by the Drums dread Rattle, 
.The Cannons Thunder, and the Trumpets Blaft ; 
While. I, in Front of mighty Miimidons, 
Receive my King in all the Pomp of War. . 

Cbro. Tell him I come ; my flying Steed prepare 
E're thou art half on Horfe-badc I'll be there. 

[Ep<eunt, 



SCENE, Ji Prifon, 

^9 King of tj!fe Antipodes difcoverdJleepingonaCouck 

Enter ^ueen* 
^ueen. Is this a Place, Oh! all ye Gods abov« ?• 
This a Reception for the Man I love ? 
See in what fweet Tranquility he deeps, 
While Nature's Self at his Confinement weeps. 

Rife, 



A 






1 74 ChtcnonhotantholGgps. 

Rife, lovely Monarch ! fee your Friend appear, 
No Cbrononhotonhologos is here ; 
Command your Freedom, by this facred Ring ; 
Then command me : What fays my charming King ? 
[She ^uts the Ring in his Mouthy he bends the 
Sea-Crab^ and makes a roaring Noife^ 
^ueen. What can this mean ! he lays his Feet at mine. 
Is this of Love or Hate, his Country's Sign ? 
Ah ! wretched Queen ! how haple^ is thy Lot, 

* * 

To love a Man that underflands thee not ! 
■ Oh ! lovely f^enus, Goddels all Divine ! 
And gentle Cupid, that fweet Son of thine, 
Ailiil, aflift me, with your facred Art, 
And teach me to obtain this Stranger's Heart, 
Venus defcends in her Chariot , andjings. 

AIR. 

Ven. See ^«»//j. does attend thee, 

^ Dildingy my Dolding, 
Love's Goddefs will befriend thee, 

Lilly bright andjhinee. 

With 




% 

With Pity and CotnpafKon, 

My Dilding^ myDoldingy 
Slie fees thy XtvL<Sjti Paffion, 



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Lilfy, dfc. Da Capo^ 
Air thangts, 
yo' tiice I yield my Pow'r divine 

Dane^ wir thuLady Lh^ 
Demand whafte'er thou wilt^ 'tis thine. 

My gayhatip. 
Take this di^gie Wand in Hand, 

Alt the Wojrld's at thy Command, 

My gdyy ^Ci DaOofOi, 

Cupid defcendiy aadjingu 

AIR. 

Arc you a Widow, or are you a Wife? 

Gitty. i%wV, gentle Rofemary^ 
Or are yon a Maiden, fo fair and io bright ? 
As the Dew that flies ever the Mtdberry^ret* 

^een^ 



r 



iy6' Chrmonh&iihthologos. 

^een. Would I W€re a Widow^ as I am a Wife, 

GillyFlowr, See. 
But Tin to my Sorrow, a Maiden as bright, 

As the DeWf See, 
Cupid, You (hall be a Widow before it is Night, 

' ' GiUyiFlowr, &c. 

No longer a Maiden fo fair and fo bright, 

As the Dew, Sec. 

Two jolly young Husbands your Perfon (hall (hare, 

GiVy Flower, &c. 

And twenty-fine Babies all lovely and fair, 

. As the DeWf See. 

^een. O Thanks, Mr. Cupid I for this your good 
News, 

'^ GiUyFlowr, &c. 

What Woman alive would fuch Favours refufe ? 

While the Dew, &c. 

t 

Venus and Cupid re-a/cend', the ^een goes off, and 
the King of the Antipodes follows ^ walking on his 
Hands. [Scene clofes, 

SCENE 



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Chrotmhotwthohgos. 1 77 






SCENE, BomhzrdhiionsTffif, 
King ijWBombardinion, atalablt^ with two Ladies. 

Bomb. This Honour, Royal Sir ! fo Royalizes 
The Royalty of your moft Royal Anions, 
I The Dumb can only utter forth your Praife ; 

For we, who-fpeak, want Words to tell our Meaning. 
Here! fill the Goblet yn\\k\.PhaUrnian Wine, 
And, while our Monarch drinks, bid the (hrill Trumpet 
Tell all the Gods, that we proplne their Healths. 

King, Hold, Bombardimon^ I efteem it fit. 
With fo much Wine, to eat a little Bk. 

Bomb, See that the Table inftantly be fpread, 
With all' that Art and Nature can produce. 
Traverfe from Pole to Pole ; fail round the Globe, 

I 

Bf ing every Eatable that can be eat : 

The Kin^ ihall «at, tho' all Mankind be ilarv'd. 

I Cook, I am afraid h^ Majefty will be ilarv'd, before 

I can run round the World, for a Dinner : befides, 

i whereas the Money P 

A a King, 



\ 



178 Chrononhotonthohgos, 

King. Ha ! dofl thou prattle, contumacious Slave ? 

■ 

GuarSs^feize the Viilain? broil him, fry nim, (lew him; 
Ourfeives (hall eat him out of mere Reveiige. 

Cook. O pray, your Majeftyj fpare my Life j there's 
fome nice cold Pork in the Pantry: V\\ ha{h it for yout 
Majefty in a Minute, 

Chro. Be thou fird ha{h*d in Hell, audacious Sia.ve. 

[Kills him^ and turns to Bombardinioii. 

Ha(h d Pork ! fhall Chrmonhotonthohgos 
Be fed with Swine's Fiefti,. aiid at Second-hand ? 
Now, by the Godsl thou doft infultus, General ! 

Bomb. The Gods can witnefs, that I little thoiight 
Your Majefty to other Flefh than this 
Had ought the leaft Propenfity. [Points to ihehadm. 

King.h this a Dinner fof a hungty Monarch f^' 

Bomb. Monarchs, as great as (3)fvnonhot,o»tboiogof, 
Have made a very hearty Meal of worfe. i ; .- - ' 

King. Hz ! Traitor! doft thou trave me to mf Teeth? 
Take ^is Reward, aiid learn to mock thy Mafttr.^ 

' Bomb, 



Chrmmhmnthologos; • ijo 

Bomb. A Blow ! (hall Bomhardinion take a ^loaw" ^ 
Blufh ! Blu{h^ thou Sun ! Start back thou rapi'^^Ocean^ 
Hills ! Vales ! Seas ! Mountains ! all commixing 9lrunfM«* 
And into Chaos pulverize the Wojrld ; ^C • "V , 

For Bombardinion has receiv'd a Blow, 
And Cbrononbotonthologos (hall die. [Draws* 

[l7>e Women run off ^ cry ingyHelp t Murder! ^c. 
. King, What means the Traitor? 

Bomb. . — . Traiflor in thy Teeth,.. 

Thus I defy thee! 

\lhey Fight ^ ^-—he kills the King^ ^ 

' .——Ha ! What have I done ? 



»_ 



# 



Go, call a Coach, and let a Coach be calfd ; * • 

And let the Man that calls it be the Caller ; 

And, in his Calling, let himnothing.call, •. . ^> 

But Coach ! Coach ! Coach ! Oh I for a Coach,ye Gods !. ^ 

{Exit Raving. 
Returns with a DfoSior. 

Bomb. How fares your Majefty? 

D^B. My Lord, he's dead. 

« 

A a a ' • Bomb. 






* ♦ •• \ . X » 



l^ * Chrormhotonthldgps . 

* . BpmLm Ha ! Dead ! impomble ! it cannot be I ^ 

Jdn^ believe it, tho' himfelf ihould fwear it. 
• ^joinAis Body to His Soul again, 
' * 'Of,i>J* this Light, thy Soul ftiall quit thy Body. 

DoSi. My Lord,he's far beyond the Power of Phyfick, 



t % 



* His Soul has left His.Body ancJthis World. 

. •■ ' 

Bo'mi, Then go to to'ther World and fetch it back. 

And, it I find thou^rlfleft with me there, 

rU chace thy Shade throu|;h Myriads of Orbs, 

And drive thee iar beyond the Verge of Natuie. 

Ha ! — Cairfl thou Chrononbotonthologos f 

I come ! your Faithful Bombardinion comes ! 

He conies in Worlds unknown to make new Wars, 

And gain thee Empires numerous as the Stars. 

[KiUs him/elf . 
Enter ^een and Others » 



I 



Aldi. O horrid ! horrible, and horrid'A Horror i 
Our King ! our General ! our Cook ! our Do^or f 
All dead ! Stone Dead ! irrevocably dead I 

O — ; — k ! . [All Groan^ a Tragedy Groan. 

^een. 



£^en. M yHusbanddead ! YeGods ! wb>t ist you meaflst 
To make ^ Widow of a Virgin Qutfei^ * \J **% 
For, to my great Misfortune, he, poor King, •^* A* ,^ 
Has left me fo ; e'ent that a wretched Thing ? ; » • * •" 

Tat. Why then,dear Madam ! make no fart her Pother, . ^ 
Were I your Majefty, I]d try another. * ' * 

^een. 1 think 'tis beft to follov thy Advice^. ' . 

Tat. rU ft you with a Husband in a Tricfe : 
Here's Rhdum-FunniJos^ a proper Man; 

If any one can pleafi^ a Queeii, he can. 

Rig-Fun. Ay, that I can, and»plea^ your Majefty. 
Sc^ Ceremonies apart, let's proceed to Bufinefs. , 

^een. Oh ! but the Mourning takes up all my Care» 

it 
1 m at a Lofs what kind of Weeds to wear. • » 

Rig- Fun. Never talk of Mourning Madam, 

One Ounce of Mirth is worth a Pound of Sorrow^ 

Let's bed to Night, and then we'll wed to Morrow, 

Ill make thee a great Man, my little Pbo/co^borny: A 

^0 Aldi. ajide. 



Aldi^ 



1 8 2 Chrmtfh(ftdffMogps^ 

• J^dii IfcotA your Bounty, I'll be King, ornothirig. 
• praT^jMifcreant ! Draw! 
*•• •A^'*^ ; No, Sir, I'll take the Law. 

• ■ 

' *. . * *• {Rum behind the ^een. 

. ^een. Well, Gentlemen, to make the Matter cafy, 

■ « 

I'll have you both ; and that, I hope, will pleafe ye; _ 
And how, Tatlanthe^ thou art all my Care .• 
W here (hall I find Thee fuch another Pair.* 
Pity that you, who've ferv'd To' long, fo weH 
Shou'd die a Virgin, and lead Apds in Hell* 
Chufe for yourfelf, de*ar Girl, pur Empire round. 

Your Portion is Twelve Hundred Thoufand Pound. 

- • 

Aldi. Here ! take thefe dead and bloody Corpfe away ; 

Make Preparation for our Wedding-Day. . 

Inftead of fad Solemnity, and Black, 

Our Hearts fljallfwim in Claret, and in Sack. 

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Atgus, Father to Arethufa. 
Hearty, Father to Rovewell. 
Rovewell^ in Love with Arethufa. 
Robin. Servant to Rovewell. 
Firft Mob, . % 

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Second Mob, 
Hird Mob, 
Woman Mob. 
Boy, 

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Arethufa, in Love witb Rovewell. 
"Sktj^ her Maid. 



SCENE, LONDON. 



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CONTRIVANCES: 



SCENE, RovewellV Lodgings. 
Robin Sului. 



Rob. 'VV'7 ell! tho' Pimping isthemoft Ho- 
%J^/ nourableandProfitableofallProfeflions, 
T » it is certainly the moft dangerous anci 
fatiguing; but of all Fatigues, there's none like follow- 
ing a virtuous Miftrefs : — There's not one Letter I 
carry, but I run the Risque of Kicking, Caning, or 
Pumping ; nay, often Hanging — Let me fee ; I have 
committed three Burglaries to get one Letter to her — 
Now if my Mailer (hould not get the Gipfey at laft, I 

have ventur'd myfweetPerfon toafairPurpoie But, 

Bafta! here comes my Mafter and his Friend Mr. 

Hearty I muft haften, and get our Difguifes. 

.And if Dame Fortune fail us rum to winber. 
Oh f all ye Gods above I the Devil's in her. [Exit. 

B b Enter 



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Enter Rovewell and Heartyi 

Hear. Why fo nielancholly, Captain ? Come, come, 
a Man of your Gaiety and Courage (hou'd never take 
a Difappointment fo much to Heart. 

Rove. 'Sdeath ! to be prevented when I had brought 
my Defign fo near Perfe£lion ! 

Hear. Were you lefs open and daring in your 

Attempts, you might hope to fucceed The old CJen- 

tleman, y ou know, is cautious to a Degree ; his Daughter 
under a {lri£l Confinement : Would you nfe more of the. 
Fox than th^ Lion, Fortune, perhaps, might throw an 
Opportunity in your Way — But you muft have Patience. 
Rove. Who can have Patience, when Danger is fo near? 
Read this Letter^ and then tell me what Room there is 
for Patience. 

Hearty Reads. 

"To-morrow will prevent all our vain Struggles to 

" get to each other. I am then to be marry *dj 

" to my eternal Averfion ; you know the Fop, 'tis 
" CuckoOy who having a large Eftate, is forc'd upon 
'*^ me ; but my Heart can be none but Rovewelt% : Im- 
'^ mediately after the Receipt of thi«, meet Betty 2.t 
" the old Place; there is yet one Invention left, if you 
" purfue it clofely, you may perhaps releafe her, who 

" wou'dbeyour 

Are THUS A. 
Rove. Yes, Arethuja^ I will releafe thee, or die in 

the Attempt. Dear Friend, excufe my Rudenefs; 

you know the Reafon. AIR. 



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A Ballad O PER A. 187 

AIR. 

TU face eery Danger 

tore/cue my Dear, 
For Fear is a Stranger ' 

'where Love is fincere. 

Repulfes but fire us, 

Defpair we defpife, 
.If Beauty infpire us , 

to pant for the Prize. [Exit. 

Hear, Well, go thy Way, and gtt her, for thou 
deferv'ft her o' my Confcience. — How have I been 
deceived in this Boy ? I find him the very Reverfe of 
what his Step-mother reprefented him ; and am now 
fenfible it was only her ill Ufage thatforc'd my Child 

away His not having feen me fince he was Five 

Years old, renders me a perfe£i Stranger to him — 
under that Pretence I have got into his Acquaintance, 
and find him all I wifh If this Plot of his fails, I be- 
lieve my Money muft buy him-the Girl at laft. \Ep<it, 

S C E N E, ^ Chamber in hxg\x%s Houfe. 

Arethufa Sola. 

AIR. 
Are. Seel the radiant ^eenof Night 
Sheds on all her kindly Beam^ 
Gilds the Plains with chearful Lightj 
^nd Sparkles in the Silver Streams. 

B b 1 Smiles 






1 88 Th3 CONTRIVANCES, 

Smiles adorn the Face of Nature, 
Tajlelefs aU Things yet appear ^ 

Unto me a baplefs Creature^ 
In the Abfence of my Dear. 

Enter Argus. 

Arg. Pray, Daughttr, what Linguo is that fame you 
chaunt and (putter out at this Rate ? 

Are. Eng/i/h,Sir. 

Arg. Eng/ijh, Quotha! adod I took it to beNonfenfe. 

Are. Tis a Hymn to the Moon. 

Arg. A Hymn to the Moon ! Tli have none of your 
Hymns in my Houfe — give me the Book, Houfe wife. 

Are I hope,Sir, there is no Crime in reading a harm- 
lefs Poem. 

Arg. Give me the Book, I fay ', Poems with a Pox ! 
what are they good for but to blow up the Fire of Love, 
and make young Wenches wanton; — but I have taken 
Care of you, Miflrefs ! for To-morrow you (hall have a 
Husband to ftay your Stomach, and no lefs a Perfon than 
'Squire Cuckoo. 

Are. You will not furely be (o cruel to marry me 
to a Man I cannot Love. 

-.Arg. Why, what Sort of * Manwou'd youhave,Mrs. 
*minxf ' 
^ AIR 



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ilUe, Genteel in Perfonage^ 
ConduSi in Equipage ^ 
Noble by Heritage, 
Gen rout and Free. Brave, 



A Bi^LLAD OP ERA. 189 

Brave y not Roman fid; 
Learn d^ not Pedantick • 
Frolickj not Franttck \ 
T!bh mufi be He. 

Honour Maintainingy 
Meannefs Difdaining, 
Still Entertaining^ 
Engaging and New. 

Neat, but not Finical; 
Sage, but not Cynical; 
Never Tyrannical ; 
But ever true. 

Arg* Why is not Mr. Cuckoo alf this ? adod he's a brisk 
joung Fellow ,and a little Feather-bed Do£);rine will foon 
put the Captain out of your Head; and to put you out 
of his Power, you {hall be given over to the 'Squire To- 
morrow. 

Are. Surely, Sir, you will at leall defer it one Day, 

-Arg. No, nor one Hour To-morrow Morning at 

Eight of the Clock precifely — .In the mean Time, take 
notice the 'Squire's Sifter is hourly expeftedj fo pray do 
you be civil and fociablewith her, and let me have none 
of your Pouts and Glouts, as you tender my Difpleafure. 

\Exit. 

Are. To-morrow is (hort Warning; but we may be 
too cunning for you yet, old Gentleman. 

Enter 



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190 Tht CONTRIVANCES, 

jE»/^r Betty. 

Are. O Betty! welcome a thoufand Times ! what 
Ne ws ? Have you feen the Captain ? 

Bet. Yes, Madam; and if you were to fee him in his 

new Rigging, you'd fplit your Sides with Laughing 

6iich a Hoyden, fuch a Piece of Country Stuff, you never 
fat your Eyes on — but the Petticoats are Coon thrown 
off, and if good Luck attends us, you may eafily conjure 
Mifs Malkifty the 'Squire's Sifter, into your own dear 
Captain. 

Are. But when will they come ? 

Bet, Inftantly, Madam ; he only ftaysto fettle Matters 
for our Efcape. He's in deep Confultation with his Privy- 
Counfellor /?tf^/», whois to attend him in the Quality of 
a Country Putt — they'll both be here in a Moment ;fo 
let's in, and pack up the Jewels, that we may be ready 
at once to leap into the Saddle of Liberty, and ride 
full Speed to your Defires 

Are. Dear Betty ^ let's make Hafte ; I think ev'ry Mo- 
ment an Age till I'm free from this Bondage. 

A I ^m 

when Parents obflinate and cruel prove y 
And force us to a Man we cannot loijey 
^Tis fit we dif appoint the fordid Rives y 
And wifely get us Husbands for ourf elves. 

Bet. There they are --— in^ in. [A knocking without. 

Enter 



A Ballad OPERA. loi 

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^ Argus from abtrve^ 

Arg, You're woundyhafty, methinks, to knock at 

that Rate 'This is certainly fomeCIourtier come to 

borrow Money, I know it by the faucy Rapping of the 
Footman Who's at the Door ? 

Rob. Tummos! \lVithout Doors. 

Arg. Tummos! who's Tummos^ Who wou'd you 
fpeak with, Friend ? 

Rob. With young Mailer's Vather-in-Law that mun 
be, Mafter Hardguts, 
Arg. And what's your Bufinefs with Mafter Hardguts ? 

Rob. Why young Miftrefs is come out o'the Country 
to fee Brother's Wife that mun be, that's all. 

Arg, Odfo, the'Squire's Sifter ; I'm forry I made her 
wait fojong. [Goes down and lets ^em in. 



SCENE A Chamber. 

4 

Argus introducing Rovewell in Woman s Cloaths^ fol- 
low d by Robin ^j* a Clown. 

Arg. Save you, fair Lady, you're welcome to Town 

{Rovewell Curtfeys) a very modeftMaiden truly . How 

long have you been in Town ? 

Rob. Why an Hour and a Bit, or fo we juft put 

up Horfes at King S' Arms yonder, and ftaid a Crum 
to zee poor Things feed, for your London Oftlers give 
little enough to poor Beafts; and you ftond not by 'em 
your zell^and fee 'emfed,asfoon as your Back's turn'd 
adod they'll cheat you afore your Face. 

Arg, 



iy2 The CONTRIVANCES, 

/Irg. Why how now, Ctodpatif are you to fpeak. be- 
fore your Miftrefs, and with your Hat on too? 1$ that 
your Country Breeding? 

Roh, Why and it*.s on, it's on , and it's off, it's off. — what 
carts Tummos^ for your falfe- hearted London Comple- 
•ments? and you'd havean Anfwer from young Miftrefs, 
you munlook to Tummos \{oi (he's fo main ba(hful, (he 
never fpeaks one Word, but her Prayers, and thos'n fo 
foftly that no Body can hear her. 

Arg. Hike ber the better for that; Silence is a hcav'nly 
Virtue in a Woman,but very rare to be found in this wick- 
ed Place — Have you feen your Brother, pretty Lady ! 
fince you came to Town ? {Rovewell Curt/eys) O mira- 
culous Modefty! wou'd all Women were thus? Can't 
you fpeak, Madam ? [Rovewell Curtfeys again. 

Rob. And you get aWord from her, 'tis more nor (he 
has fpoken to us thefe fourfcore ana feven long Miles ; 
but youngMiftrefs will prate faft enough, and you fet her 
among ) our Women Volk . 

Arg» Say 'ft thou fo, honeft Fellow ! I'll fend her to 
thofe that haveTongue enough,! >yarrant you.HereB^//y/ 

Enter Betty. 

Take this youngLady to myDaughter;'tis'SquireC«f ^o«'s 
Sifter ; and, d'ye here ? make much of her I charge you. 

Bet. Yes, Sir — pleafc to follow me, Madam. 
Kov, Now youRogue,for a Lye anHoui and a half Long, 
to keep the old Fellow in Sufpence. \^Ajide to Robin. 

\Exit with Betty ^ 

Rob. 



A Bi^LLAD OPERA. 193 

Rob. Well, Maftcr ! don't } 6u think my Miftrefs a 
dainty young Woman? — She's wonderfully bemir'd in 
our Country for her Shapes. 

^rg. Oh, flie*s a Hne Creature, indeed ! 

But whereas the Squire, honed Friend? 

Rob, Why one cannot find a Mon out in this fame 
Londonjhire^ there are fo many Taveruns and Chocklin 
Houfen ;you may as "well feek a Needle in a Hay-fardel, 
as they Say *n i*the Country. — I was at Squire's Lodging 
yonder, and there was no body but a prate-apace 
Whorfon of a Foot- boy, and he told me Maifter was 
at Chocklin-Houfe, and all the while the Vixou did 

nothing but Taunt and Laugh atme ; 1 cod I cou'd 

have found in my Heart to have gi'n him a good 
Wherrit in the Chops. So I went to one Chocklin- 
Houfe, and t'other Chockliu-Houfe, till I was quite 
a weary, and I cou'd fee nothing but a many People 
Supping hot Suppings, and Reading your Gazing 
Papers : We had much ado to find out your Wor- 
{hip's Houfe; the vixen Boys fet us o'thick Side, and 
that Srde, till we were quite almod loft, and it 
were not for an honeft Fellow that knowd your Wor- 
ftiip, and fet us i'the right Way. 

4^rg, It's a pity they (hou'd ufe Strangers fo ; but 
as to your young Miftrefs, does (he never fpeak ? 

Rob. Adod, Sir, never to a Mon; why (he wo-not 
fpeak to her own Father, (he's fo main baftiful. 

Arg. That's ftrange, indeed! But how does my 
Friend, Sir Roger? He's well, I hope. 

C c Roh. 



194 The CONTRIVANCES, 

Rob. Hearty {lill,Sir. — He has drunk down fixFox- 
hunters fin lafl Lammas I — He holds his old Courfe 
ftill, twenty Pipes a Day, a Cup of Mum in the Morn- 
ing, a Tankard of Ale at Noon, and three Bottles of 
Stiiigo at Night. The fame Men now he was ^o 
Years ago, and young Squire Yedmard is juft come 
from Varfity : Lawd, he*s mainly grow'd fin you faw~ 
him : He's a fine proper tall Gentleman now ; why 
he's near upon as tall as you or I, mun. 

Arg, Good now, good now ! But woud'ft drink, 
honefi: Friend ? 

Rah. I don't care an I do, a Bit or ib; for, to fay 
Truth, I'm mortal dry. 

Arg. Here, John! 

Enter Servant. 

Take this honed Fellow down, and make him wel- 
come. When your Miflrefs is ready to go we'll call 
you. 

Rob, Ay ! pray take Care and make much of me, 
for lam a bitter honed Fellow, and you did but know 
me. [Eptit Robin with Serv, 

Arg. Thefe Country Fellows are very blunt, but 
▼ery honed. I wou'a fain hear his Miftrefs talk. 
He faid fhe'd find her Tongue when (he was amongd- 
thofe Xi£ her own Sex. — I'll go liden for once, and 
hear what the young Tits have to fay to one another 

[Exit. 

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Enter 



A Ballad OPERA. 195 

Enter Rovewell, Arethufa^ and Betty. 

Rove. Dear Arethufa^ delay not the Time thus, 
your Father will certainly come in and furprize us. 

Bet. Let's make Hay while the Sun (hines, Madam \ 
I long to be out of this Prifon. 

Are, So do I, but not on the Captain's Conditions, 
to be his Prifoner for Life. 

Rove. I (hali run mad if you trifle thus: Name 
your Conditions; I figri my Confent before-hand. 

[Kijfes her. 

Are. Indeed^ Captain, I'm afraid to truft you. 

AIR. 

Ceafe to perfuade, 

Nor fay you lovejincerefyy 
TFhen youve betray d 

Toull treat me mofi feverely ; 
And fly what once you did furfuf* 

Happy the Fair, 

Who neer believes you^ 
But gives Defpair, 

Or elf e deceives you. 
And learns Inconfiancy from you. 

Rove; Unkind Arethufa! I little expected this 
Ufage from you. 

C c a AIR. 



196 Th^ CONTRIVANCES, 

AIR 

When did you fee 

Any\Falpoodinine^ 
That t bits you unkindly fufpeSi me ; 

Speak ^ /peak your Mind,' 

For I fear you re inclindy 
In Spite of my Truth to rejeSi me. 

If^t mufl befoy 

To the tVars I will go. 
Where Danger my Faffton fhallfmotber \ 

rd rather perijh theie. 

Than linger in Defpair, 
Or fee you in the Arms of another* 

Enter Argus Behind, 

Arg. So, fo, this is as it fliou'd be ; they are as 
gracious as can be already — Kow the young Tit fmug-^ 
glcs her! Adod, (he kifles with a hearty good Will 

Are. f>mu{l confefs, Captain, I am half inclined to 
believe you. 

Arg. Captain! how's this? blefs my Eye-fight! I 
know the Villain now : but I'll be even with him. 

Bet. Dear Madam, dont trifle fo, the Parfon's at the 
very next Door, you'll be tackrt^ together in an Inftant, 
and then I'll truft you to com.e back to your Cage again, 
if you can do it with a fafe Confcience. 

Arg. Here's a treacherous Jade ! but I'll do your 
Bufinefs for you, Mrs. Jezabel. 

Bet. 



A Ballad OPER4: i^y 



5«/.Confider, Madam, wh?ita Life you lead here; 
what a jealous, ill-natur'd, watchful, covetous, barba- 
rous, old Cuff of a Father you have to deal with — what 
a glorious Opportunity this is, and what a fad, fad, very 
fad Thing it is to die a Maid ! 

AIR. 

Would you live ajiale Virgin for every 

Sure you re out of your Senfes^ 

Or thefe are Pretences ; 
Can you part With a P erf on fo clever f 
In Troth you are highly to blame 

Andyou^ Mr. Lover, to trifle \ 

I thought that a Soldier ^ 

Was wifer and bolder / 
A Warriour fhould plunder and rife', 
A Captain t Ob^fyefor Shame I 

Arg. If that Jade dies a Maid, I'll die a Martyr. 

Bet. In (hort, Madam, if you ftay much longer you 
may repent it everyVeinin your Heart — the oldHunks 
will undoubtedly pop in upon us and difcover all, and 
then we're undone for ever. 

Argl^K^w may go to theDevil for ever,Mrs Impudence. 

Are. Well, Captain, if you (hou'd deceive me. 

Rovx If I do, may Heav'n ! — - 

Are Nay, no fw earing Captain, for fear you (hou'd 
proYe like the reft of your Sex.- 

Rov. How can you doubt me, Arethufa^ when you 
kn ow how much I love you ? 

Arg, 



198 xXht CONTRIVANCES, 

-^r^.AwheedlmgDog! But I'll fpoil his Sport anon. 

Bet. Come, come away, dear Madam! — 1 have the 
Jewels J but (lay, I'll go firft and fee if the Coaft be 
clear. £ Argus meets her. 

Arg Where are you going, pretty Maiden! 

Bet Only, do — do — do down Stairs, Sir. 

Arg. And what haft thou got there, Child. 

Bet Nothing but Pi — Pi — Pi Pins, Sir. 

Arg. . Here, give me the Pins, and do you go to Hell 
Mrs. Minx. D'ye hear, out of my Houfe this Moment, 
Thefe are Chamber- Jades, forfooth ! — Tempora! O 
Mores I what an A ge is this ? Get you in,Forfooth,ril talk 
with you anon. [^Exit Aretbu/aS\ So,Captain,are thofe 
your Regimental Cloaths? I'll aflure you they become 
you mightily ; if youdidbutfeeyourfelfnow,how much 
like a Hero you look! Ecce Signum ! ha ! ha I ha! &c. 

Rov, Blood and Fury ! ftop your Grinning, or I'll 
ftretch your Mouth with a Vengeance. 

Arg, Nay, nay, Captain Be//wagger, if you're fo 
paftionatej it's high Time to call Aid and Amftance : 
Here Richard, Thomas, Johfty help me to lay hold on 
this Fellow ; you have no Sword now Captain^ no Sword, 
d'ye mark me ? 

Enter Servants and Robin. 

Rov. But I have a Piftol, Sir, at your Service. 

[Pulls out a PifloL 

Arg. 6 Lord ! O Lord ! 

Rov. And I'll unload it in your Breaft, if you flir one 
Step after me, [Exit, 

Arg, 



A Ballad OPERA, ipp 

Jlrg. A* bloody minded Dog ! But lay hold on that 
Rogue there, that Counrry Cheat. 

Rob. See here, Gentlemen, are two little Bull-dogs 
of the fame Breed {Prefenting two Piftols) they are 
wonderful Scourers of the Brain j — fo that if you offer 
to moled or follow me — you underfland me, Gen- 
tlemen, you underft&nd me. \B>3eit.- 

\fl Ser. Yes, yes, we underRand you with a Pox. 

id Ser. The Devil go with 'em, I fay. 

^^S' "A-y, ay, good bye to you in the Devil's Name. 

A terrible Dog ! what a Fright he has put me in? 

1 (han't be myfelf this Month; and you, ye cow- 
ardly Rafcals, to ftand by and fee my Life in Danger; 

get out ye Slaves, out of myHoufe,Ifay I'll put an 

End to all this; for Til not have a Servant in theHoufe. 

■ ril carry all the Keys in my Pocket, and never 

fleep more. What a murthering Son of a Whore is 
this? But ril prevent him; for To-morrow fhefhall 
be marry'd certainly, and then my furious Gentlemen 
can have no Hopes left, Ajfezabel^tolo^e a Red- 
coat without any Money ! Had he but Money, 

if he wanted Senfe, Manners, or even Manhood itfelf, 

it not mattered a Pin; but to want Money is the 

Devil !— :— Wcll,I*ll fecure her under Lock and Key till 
To-morrow; and if her Husband can't keep her from 
Captain-Hunting, e'en let her bring him home a frefh 
Pair df Horns ev'ry Time (he goei out upon the 
Ghace. [Eptit, 

SCENE, 



200 The CONTRIVANCES, 



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SCENE, A Chamber . 
Arethufa difcover d fitting melancbolly on a Couch. 

A I R. 

leave me to complain 
My JLofs of Liberty; 

1 never more Jhall/ee mj Swain, 
Or ever more be Free. 

cruel J cruel Fate I 
What yoy can I receive, 

When in the Arms of one I haie^ 
Fm doomed, alas I to live. 

Ye pitying Powrs above. 
That fee my Soufs Difmay ; 

01 bring me back the Man Hove, 
Or take my Life away, 

•ft 

Enter Argus. 

Arg. So, Lady ! your'e welcome home ! — See how 
the pretty Turtle fits moaning the Lofs of her Mate ! 
— What,not aWord,Thufy ? not a Word5Child ? Come, 
come, don't be in the Dumps now, and Hi fetch the 
Captain , or the Squire's Sifter, perhaps they may make it 

prattle a bit Ah1 ungracious Girl! is all my Care 

come to this ? Is this the Gratitude you (hew your 
Uncle's Memory, to throw away what he buftled fo 

hard 



} 



A Ballad O PER A. 2or 

hard for at fo mad a Rate? Did he leave you 1.1,000/. 
think you, to make you no better than a Soldier's Trull, 
to follow a Camp ? To carry a Knapfack r This is what 
you'd have, Miftrefs! is it not? 

y4re. This, and ten Thoufand Times worfe, were 
better with the Man I love, than to be chained to 
the naufeous Embraces of one I hate. 

Arg. A very dutiful Lady, indeed! I'll make lyou 
fing another Song To-morrow; and till then, I'll- 

leave you in Saha Cufiodia to confider. By'e 

rhujyl 

Are. How barbarous is the Coveteoufnefs and Cau- 
tion of ill-natur'd Parents ? They toil for Eftates with 
a View to make Pofterity happy, and then, by miftakea 
Prudence, they match us to our Averfion ; but I am 

refolv'd not to fuffer tamely, however : They (hall 

fee, tho' my Body's weak, my Refolution's ftrong ; 
and I may yet find Spirit enough to plague them. 

A I R. 

Sooner than Til my Love forego ^ 

And loofe the Man I prize y 
Til bravely combat evry Woe^ 

Or fall a Sacrifice. 

Nor BoltSy nor Bars, fbaU me controul, 

I Death and Danger dare*, 
Refiraint but fires the a^ive Soul, 

And urges fierce Defpair. 

D d He 



202 The CONTRIVANCES, 

lie JVtndom now Jhall he my Gate^ 
- rU either fall or fly^ 
Before TU live with him I hate^ ' 

For him I love TU die. [Exit. 



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SCENE, the Street, 
Heart well and ^o^&ffeW meeting. 

Rove. So my dear Friend, here already ! — -This 
is kind. 

Heart. Sure, Captain, this Lady mud have fome 
extraordinary Merit, for whom you undertake fuch 
Difficulties! What are her particular Charms, beiideshet 
Money? 

Rove, ril tell you. Sir. 

A I R. 
The Words by another Hand. 

Without AffeBlation^ Gay, Youthful, and Pretty\ 
Without V ride or Meannefs, Familiar and Witty ; 
Without Forms obliging, Good-naturd and Free', 
Without Art as lovely, as lovely can be. 

She aBs what /he thinks, andfhe thinks what fhe fay s.^ 
Regardlefs alike both of Cenfureand Praife, 
Her Thoughts and her Words, and her ASiions are fuch y 
That none can admire ^em, or fraife her too much. 

Heart. Well, Succefs attend you. You know 

where to find me, when there's Occafion ? \F.xit. 

Enter 



A B^LtAt) O P E ft A. 203 

Enter Boy, 

Boy, Sir, Sir! I want to fpeak with you. 

[TFhi/pers Rovewell. 

Rove. Is. your Miflrefs lock'd up, fay you ? 

Boy. Yes, Sir, and Bettys turn'd away, and all the 
Men Servants ; and there's no living Soul in the Houfe 
but our old Cook -maid, and I, and my Mafter, and 
Mrs. Thufy ', and (he cries, and cries, her • Eyes out 
almofl. 

Rove. O! the tormenting News ! But if the Garri- 
fou is fo weak, the Caflle may be the fooner florm'd* 
How did you get out? 

Boy. Thro' the Kitcbcn Window, Sir. 
^ Rove. Shew me the Window prefently. 

Boy. A-lack-a-day, it won't do. Sir! That Plot won't 
take ! \ 

Rove, Why, Sirrah? 

Boy, You are Something too big. Sir. 

Rove. I'll try that, howcTer. 

Boy. Indeed, Sir, you can't get your Leg in; but I 
cou'd put you in a Way. 

Rove. How, dear Boy ? 

Boy. I can lend you the Key of Mrs. Thufy % Cham* 

ber If you can contrive to get into the Houfe— 

But you muft be fare to let my MHlrefs out. 

Rov0. How coad'ilthoa get it? This is almoft a 
Miracle. 

Boy, I pick't ft out of my Mailer's Coat-Pocket this 
Morning, Sir, as I was a brufhing him. 

Odd ' r Rove, 



204 ths CONTRIVANCES, 

, Rove. That's my Boy ! there's Money for you : This 
Child will come to Good in Time. 

Boy. My Mafler will mifs me, Sir, I muft go ; but I 
wifh you good Luck. \Exit, 

A I R. 

# 

Arethufa at the Window above. 
A Dialogue between her and RoveweU. 

% 

Rov. Make hafley and away, my only Dear, 
Make hajle^ and away^ away / 
For all at the Gate, 
Your true hover does wait, 
And I prithee make no Delay. 

Are. how Jhall I Jleal awayy my Love I 
Ohowjhall I fteal away! 

My Daddy is near. 

And I dare not for fear \ 
Fray come then another Day. 

;yk Rov. this is the only Day, my hife^ 

this is the only Day, 
TU draw him ajtde. 
While you throw the Gates wide^ 
And then you may fleal away. 

Are. Then prithee make no Delay, my Dear\ 
*Ihen prithee make no Delay ; 
WeUferve him a Trick, 
For rajlip in the Nick, 
And with my true Lave away. 

CHORUS; 



A Ballad OPERA. 205 

CHORUS. 

Cupid, b&friend a loving Pair^ 
O Cupid befriend us we pray^ 

May our Stratagem take. 

For thine ownfweet Sake^ 
And^ Amen ! let all true hovers fay » 

[Arethufa withdraws* 

Enter Robia as a Lawyer, and Soldiers, 

Rob, So, my Hearts of Oak, are you all ready? 

Sold \es, an't pleafe your Honour. 

Rove. You know your Cue then toyourPoft. 

\7hey retire to a Corner of the Stage ; he knocks 
fmartly at the Door. 

Rob. What, are you all alleep,or dead in the Houfc, 
that you can't hear ? [Argus holding jthe Door 

in his Hand. 

Arg. Sir ! you are very hafty, methinks 

Rob. Sir! My Bufinefs requires Hafle. 

Arg Sir f you had better make Hafle about it, for 
I know no Bufjnefs you have here. 

Rob. Sir, I am come to talk with you on an Affair 
of Confequence. 

^rg. Sir, I don't love talking; I I<now you not, 
and confequently can have no Affairs with you. 

Rob. Sir! Not know me, 

Arg. Sir! it's enough fo/«ie to know my felf, 

Rob: A damn'd thwarting bid Doj thisfame.(tf^fl^i?.) 
Sir, I live but in the next Street. (7b him. ) 

Arg. 



2«J The CONTRIVANCES, 

y^rg". Sir! if you livMat Jamaica 'tis the fame Thing, 
to me. 

Rob, {afide.) I find coaxing won't do, Imuft change 

my Note, or I (hail never unkennel this old I ox 

[To Sim) Well, Mr. ^rgus, there's no Harm done, fo 
take your Leave of ^uoo/. you have enough of your 
own already. [Gom^. 

Arg How! 3000/. I muft enquire into this, {afide,) 
Sir! a V\'ord with you. 

Rob. Sir ! I have nothing to fay to you, I took you 
to be a prudent Perfon that knew the Worth of Money 
and how to improve it; but I find I'm deceivM. 

Arg. Sir, I hope you'll excufe my Ruclenefs ; but, 
you know, a Man cannot be too cautious. 

Rob. Sir, that's true, and therefore I excufe you but 
I*d tak e fuch Treatment from no Man in England be- 
fides youffelf. 

Arg, Sir, I beg your Pardon; but to the Bufinefs. 

Roh. Why thus it is : A Spend-thrift young Fellow 
is galloping thro a plentiful Fortune ; I have lent 
200b/. upon it, alteady, and if you'll advance an 
Equivalent, we'll fore-clofe the whole Ellate, and (hare 
it between us ; for I know he can never redeem it. 

Arg, A very civil judicious Man ; I'm forry I affron- 
ted him {afide») But now is this to be done } 

Rob Yety eaYily, Sir — A Word in ) our Ear ; a little 
more this Way. 

[Draws him afid$^ the Solditrs get between him 
and the Door» 

Arg. 



A Ballad OPERA. fto; 

Arg, But the Title, Sir, the Title. ^ 
Kob. Do you doubt my Veracity? 
Arg. Not in the lead. Sir; but one cannot be too 

fure. 

Rob. That's very true. Sir; and therefore Til make 
fure of you now I have you. 

[Robin trips up bis Heels ', the Soldiers blind' 
fold and gagg him^ dnd fland over him while 
Rovewell carries Arethufa off; after which, they 
leave him^ he making a great Noife, 

Enter Mob, 

AIL What's the Matter ?' What's the Matter? 

\7bey mgagg him. &c. 

Arg. O Neighbours, I'm robb'd and muider'd, 
ruin'd and undone for ever. 

ijl Mob. Why, what's the Matter, Mailer? 

Arg> There's a whole Legion of Thieves in my 
Houfe ; they gagg'd and blindfolded me, and offer'd 

forty naked Swords at my Breafl 1 beg of you 

affifl me, or they'll ftrip the Houfe in a Minute. 

id Mob. Forty drawn Sw; rds, fay you. Sir ? 

Arg. Ay, and more I think on my Confcience. 

id Mob. Then look you, Sir, I'm a marry 'd Man, 
and have a large Family, I wou'd not venture aroohgft 
fuch a Parcel of Blood- thirfty Rogues for ; he World ; 
but if you pleafe, I'll; run and cali a Cohftable. 

AU 



2o8 The CONTRIVANCES, 

. ^U. Ay, ay, call a Con liable, call a'Conftable. 

Arg. I fhan*t have a Penny left, if we ftav for a 

Conftable 1 am but one Man, and as old as I am, I'll 

lead the Way, if you'll follow me [Goes in. 

AU. Ay, ay, in, in, follow, follow, Huziia! 

\fi Mob. Prithee yack^ do you go in, if you come 
to that 

. ^af Mob, I go in! what«{hou'd I go in for ? I have 
loft nothing. 

Worn. What, nobody to help the poor old Gen- 
tleman ; odds bobs I if I was aMan,rd follow him myfelf. 

"^d Moh Why don't you then? What Occafionable- 
nefs have I to be kill'd for him, or you either. 

KnUr Robin as Conftable. 

AU. Here's Mr. Conftable, here's Mr. Conftable. 

Rob. Silence, in the King's Name. 

AU. Ay, Silence, Silence. 

Rob. What's the meaning of this Riot? Who makes 
all this Difturbance ! 

\fi Mob. I'll tell you, Mr Conftable. 

-^d Mob. And't pleafe your Worftiip, let me fpeak. 

Rob. Ay, this Man talks like a Man of Parts — What's 
the Matter, Friend ? 

9</ Mob. And't pleafe your noble Worfhip's Honour 

and Glory, we are his Majefty's liege Subjects, and were 

terrify'd out of our Habitations and Dwelling-Places by 

a Ciy from abroad, which your noble Worfhip muft 

underftand was occadonable by the Gentleman of this 

Houfe, 



A Ballad OPE R A. (209 

Hoafe,who was fo unfortunable as to Be kill'd byThieves, 
who are now in his Houfe to the Numberation of above 
Forty) and't pleafe your Worlhip, all compleatly arm'd 
with Powder and Ball, Back-fwords, Piflols, Bayonets, 
and Blunderbufles. 

Rob. But what is to be done in this Cafe? 

3<a^. Mob. Why an pleafe your Worfhip, knowing 
your noble Honour to be the King's Majefly'5 Noble 
Officer of thePcace, we thought 'twas befl your-Honour 
Ihou'd come and terrify thefe Rogues away with your 
noble Authority. 

Rob. Well faid, very well faid,indeed ! — Gentlemen, 
I am the King's Officer, and I command you, in the 
King'sName,to aid and aflift meto call thofeRogues oiit 

of theHoufe Who's within there ? I charge you come 

out in the King's Name, and fubmit yourfelves to ouc 
Royal Authority. - ' ; 

At^n^ from the Houfe, 

id Mob. This is the Gentleman that was kill'd, and't 
pleafe your Worfhip. 

^rg. O! Neighbours ! I'mruin'dand undone fqr ever! 
They have taken away all that's dear to me in theWorld. 

ifi Mob. That's his Money; 'tis a fad coyetous Dog. 

Rob. Why what's the Matter ? What bavfc they done ? 

' 'j4rg. p! they h4ve*takenmyChildfromme,ttiy7'/6^. 

Rob. Good lack ! 

'^d Mob. Marry come up, what Valuation can fhe be 
L— - 'But have they taken nothing elfe ? 

E e Argi 



210 The CONTRIVANCES, 

Arg. Wou'd they had flript my Houfe of evVy 
Pennyworth, fo they had left my Child. 

^fi Mob. That's a Lye, I believe; for he loves his 
Money more than his Soul, and wou'd fooner part 
with that than a Groat. 

Arg. This is the Captain's doings; but I'll have 
him hang'd. 

Rob, But where are the Thieves? 
Arg. Gone, gone, beyond all Hopes of Purfuit.* 
id Mob, What! are they gone then! — rCome Neigh- 
bours, let us go in, and kill every Mother's Child of 
'em, 

Rob. Hold, I charge you commit no Murder; fol- 
low me, and we'll apprehend 'em. 

Arg. Go Villains, Cowards, Scoundrels, or I fhall 
fufpeft you are the Thieves that mean to rob me of 
what yet is left. How brave you are, ncjw all the 
Danger's over ? Oh ! Sirrah, you Dog ! (Look/fijg at Robin) 
you are that Rogue Robm, the Captain's Man, feize 
him Neighbours ! feize him ! 

Rob. (ajide.) I don't care what you do, for the Jobb's 
over, I fee my Mafter a coming. 
- Arg> Why don't you feize him, I fay ? 
\fi Mob. Not we, we have loft too much Time 
about an old Fool already, 

• /id Mob:hy ^th^ next Time you're bound andgagg'd, 
you fliall lie and be damn'd for me. 

^dMob. Ay, and me too; come along, Neighbours, 
come along. [Exeunt Mob. 

Enter 



A Ballad OPERA. 211 

Efiter Rove well, Hearty, Arethufa, Betty ^iW Robin. 

Arg. Blefs me ! who have we got here? O Thujy ! 
Thujy / I had rather never have feen thee again, than 
have found you in fuch Company. 

Jlre, Sir, I hope my Husband's Company is not cri- 
minal ? 

^rg. Your Husband ? who's your Husband Hufwife? 
that Scoundrel, Captain out of my Sight thou ungra- 
cious Wretch ! I'll go ma'>:e my Will this Inflant 

and you, yOu Villian, how dare you to look me in the 
Face after all this — ^I'll hive you hang'd, Sirrah!, I will fo. 

Hear. Q fye, Brother /^r^»j, moderate your Paffion 
It ill becomes the Friendfhip you owe JVed Worthy -^ to 
villify and affront his only Child, and for no other 
Crime than improving that Friendlhip which has ever 
been between us. 

Arg. Ha ! my dear Friend alive ! I beard thou wer't 

dead in the Indies and is that thy Son ? and my 

Godfon too, if I am not miftalcen. ' 

Hear. The very fame the laft and beft Remains 

of our Family, forc'd by my Wife's Cruelty, and my 
Abfence, to the Armv. My Wife is fince dead, and 
the Son (he had by her former Husband, whom (he 
intended to heir my Eflate; but Fortune guided me 
by Chaucp to my dear Boy, who after Twenty Years 
Abfencej and changing my Name, knew me not, till 
Ijuil now difcover'd myfetf to him and youf fair 
Daughter, whom I will ma^ e him deferve by Thirty 

E e a Thou- 



212 Ths C0NTRIFJNCES,6cc 

Thoufand Pound, which I brought from Indiayhe&dcs 
what real Eftate I may leave him at my l5eath. 

^rg. And to match that, old Boy! my Daughter 
fhall have every Penny of mine, befides her Uncle's 
Legacy. Ah ! you young Rogue ! had I known you, I 
wou*d pot have us'd you fo roughly — however, fince 
you have won my Girl fo bravely, take her, and wel- 
come—but you mnft excufe all Faults — the old Man 
meant all for the beft * you muft not be angry. 

Pove. Sir, on the coht . ary, u e ought to beg your 

Pardon for the many Difquiets wehavegiv'n you; and 

with your Pardon, we crave your Blefllng. [Jiey knee/, 

Arg. You have it Children, wita all my Heart. Adod,I 

am fo tranfported, I don't know whether I walk, or fly. 

Are. May your Joy be everlafting. ' 

Rove well and Arethufa Emhracing, 

DUETTO. 

Thus fondly carej/ing. 

My Idol, my Treafure, 
How great is the BUJftng I 

Howfifijeet is the Pleafurel 

With yoy I behold thee, 

And doat mn thy Charmsy 
Thus while I enfold thee,. 

JCve Heavn in my Atms. '■ .. . v 

The End of the OPERA. 

iV. J5. All the Songs in t\i\% Opera were fet toMufic 
by the Author, 



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ri^HMi 



THE 



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Honefl ^or\(hire-Man* 



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BALLAJQ.PPEHA. 



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I 



Dramatis Personje. 



Gaylove, a young Barrifier^ in Love with Arbella. 
Muckworm, Uncle, and Guardian to Arbella. 
SapfcuU, a Country ^Squire, intended for" KtheXhk^ 
Slango, Servant to Gaylove, an arcbSellow, 
Blunder, Servant to S2.'p{cxiW.y a Clown* 



Arbella, Niece to Muckworm, in Love with Gaylove. 
Combruih, ber Maid^ a pert One. 



SGEN E, LONDON. 



THE 



Honefi ITor^fkire-Man, 



S C E N E, fl» Apartment in Muckworm's Houfe. 

Arbella, Combrufh, 

AIR i. By Signer Porpora, 

Akbella. 



IEtitle Cupid ! feek my L-over^ 
Waft a thoufajtd Sighs from me; 
AUmy tender Fears J tf cover. 
Bid him bafiel ■ 

O iid him hafle, andfet me free. . 
Combxush! 
Comb. Ma'am ! 
Arb. No News from Giy/we yet? 



Comb. 



216 ^ The Honeft Tork/hire-Matt. 

Comh, Not a Tittle, Ma'am. 

/Irh, It quite deftra^sme. 

Comb, And every Body elfe, Ma'am; for wlienyou 
are out of Humour, one may as well be out of the 
World. Well! this Love is a ftrange Thing; when 
once it gets PofiTeiTion of a young Lady's Heart, it turns 
her Head quite topfy-turvy, and makes her out of Hu- 
mour with every Body ; I'm fure I have Reafon to 

fay fo. 

Arb. Prithee ! leave your Nonfenfe, and tell me fome- 
thing of Gaylove. 

Comb. All I can tell you. Ma'am, is, that he is ftark 
flaring mad for Love of you. But this confounded 
Uncle of yours — 

Arb. What of him ? 

Comb. He has jull receiv'd News of the Arrival of 
a rich Country 'Squire out of Torkjhire ; which Coun- 
try 'Squire is cut out for your Husband. 

Arb, They that cut a Husband out for me, (hall cut 
him out of better Stuff, I aflure you, 

A I K. 11. By the Author. 

T 

Shall IfiandJIiUy and tamely fee 

Such Smithfield Bargains made oftnef 

Is not my Heart my o'vun ? 

I hate, I /corn their clownijb ^Squire^ 

Nor hordy or Duke, do Idefire^ 

But him I love alone. 

The 



■*"*- 



A Ballad OP ERA. 217 

7%e Man that^sfixd within my Hearty 
Has evry Virtue^ evry Art, 

Can make a tVoman bhfsd ; 
A noble Form, a genrous Mind, 
Withjuch engaging Sweetnefsjoind, 

As cannot be exprefsd, [Exit. 

Comb. Well faid. Ma'am, I love a Woman of Spirit. 

AIR IIL By the Author. 

* -. ... 

I. 

IVby Jhould Women fo much be controufd? 
Wbyjhould Men with our Rights makefo bold? 
Let the Battle ''twixt Series be tryd^ 
We JhaUfoon prove theflrongefi Side, 
Then fland to your Arms^ 

A^d truft to your Charms, 

Soon whining, > \ 

And pining. 

The Men willpurfue j 

But if you grow tame, 

They U make you their Gnme, 

And prove perfeSi Tyrants 

When once theyfubdue, 

II. 
het us learn hut the liberal Arts, 
Well edipfe Um in Brightnefs of Parts; 
But they lay a Reflraint on the Mind, 
And in Ignorance keep Woman-kind '^ 

F f Or 



• • •' 



!^r-a The lAmft^rorkfldrt-^Mtn. 

Or noed make ^eftMfhdw, 
Ibat Women canfiow 
Both Merit:, 
And Spirit, 
When fut to the Tefl ; 
Our Hearti meU Dijpenfe^ 
To Men of good Sef^e ; 
But Coxcom^sfiall be 

Both our Scorn and our jfeji. [Exit. 



S C E N E, A Street near the Houfc, 

Gaylove^rar^ Slaaga* 

GayL No Ws^ to get at her?" 

Slang. The Devil a Bit, 81*; o\dt Mnehoorm hsA 
cut off all Communications* Btat I ftavtf worfe News to 
tell you yet. 

Gayl. That's impoffibic T 

Slang. Your Miflre^ is ta be married to another, 
and that quickly. 

Gayl. Married! Yo» fuYptize mef To^whom? 

Slang. To 'Squire <Ss|^<raiK^ a 7Vi/&/r^ Gentleman, 
of a very great Eflate. 

Gayl. Confufion ! Can ihe be fo falfe ? To SapfcuU! 
I know him well, of Saj^euU^f£a^ "^-^ — Fwa* born 
within aMIe an^ ar half of^ the Place ; hi* Father is 

the greateft Rogoe ih the County ; the vetjr Wan I am 

>',..... ■ . . now 



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s 



A Ball A p O P E R A. ^19 

now rum|;:fer.what my l2t<iJB(pther.Qiortg^'d tohim, 
when I was St Student 7X'Cambridg£. Is he not con- 
tent to .wrth'hold my Right from me, but he muft 
feek ^otdepriivie ^meof the only Happinels Idedrein 
Life? 

A I K IV. By Dr. -Green. 

J. 

J^.chanmii^ Arabellj 

To make \ibe0 mwe/ecure^ 

What would not 1 endure ? 
^ttss fafl the Ptwr of Tongue to teU, 
The Love I bear fr^y Arabell. 

No human Force fiaU^ueUy 

My Pajpon for. my Deary 

Can L/yue-DA toofincene I 
Tdfooner take, of . Life FaneweJl.^ 
Than if my dearefi Aiabell. 

Is there no Way to prevent this Match ? You were not 
us'd to be thus barren of Invention, 
• Slang, Nor am I now, -Sir; your humble Servant 

has invented already] and fuch a Scheme ! 

Gay I. How! -which Way, A&it Slangof 
Slang, Why thus.-^ — 'I muft peifonate ArheUa ("with 
thisfweet Face) and you her Uncle, under which Dif- 
guifes we may intercqpt- the Country "Squire, and get 

his Credentials ; iequipt with which, 1 leave you to 

guefs the reft. 

F f 2 Gayl 



220 The Hone ft TorkJhire'Man. 

Gayl. Happy Inventiaifc! Succefs attend it. 

Slang. I can't fay Amen ; though I'd do any Thing 
to ferve you. Do you know the Refult, Sir? no lefs 
than the Forfeiture of your dear Liberty. Have you 
forgot the Song of the Dog and the Bone. 

[A Satyr teal Song on Matrimony, 

Gayl. I am now of a contrary Opinion : Vice looks 
fo hateful, and Virtue fo amiable in my Eye^efpecially 
as 'tis the ready Road to true Happinefs, I am refolv'd to 
purfue it s Paths. A regutar Life^and a good Wife for me. 

A I R V. When the Bright God of Day, ^c. 

I. 

That Man who for Life, 

Is blefsd in a Wife^ 
Is fur e in a happy Condition', 

Go Things how they tvilly 

She flicks by him fliU, 
She's Comforter y Friend^ and Phyfician. 
Shes^ 8cc. 

II. 

Pray where is the jfoy^ 

To trifle, and toy, 
Tet dread fome Difafler from Beauty ? 

Butfioeet is the Blifs^ 

Of a Conjugal Kifs, 
Where Love mingles Pleafure with Duty* 
Where^ &c. 

Ont 



A Ballad O P E R A. 221 

IIL 

One extravagant iVhore^ 

Shall cofi a Man more^ 
Hban twenty good Wives vobo are faving \ 

For Wives they will /pare, 

'That their Children fnayjbare. 
But Whores are eternally craving. 
But, &c. [Exeunt. 



i*H 



SCENE, Another Street. 
Sapfcull and Blunder, flaring about* 

Sapf» Wuns-lent ! what a mortal big Place this fame 
London is ? ye mun ne'er fee End on*t for fure * — 
Houfen upon Houfen, Folk upon Folk — one would 
admire where they did grow all of 'em. 

Blund. A y. Mailer, and this is nought to what you'll 
fee and by; and ye go to Tower, ye mun fee great hu- 
geous Ships as tall as Houfen : Then you mun go to 
Play-Houfen, there you'll fee your Comical Tragedies 
and your Uproars, and RoarataribulTes, and hear Far- 
dinello, that fings Sol/a better nor our Minfter Choir- 
Men : And more nor that, ye may ha' your Choice of 
the prattiefl Lafles, ye e'er fet Eye'n on. 

Sap/. By th' Mefs, and I'll be fomebody among 'em 

- — fo I will but how mun we find out this fame Sir 

Penurious Muckworm f 

Blund, Ye mun look to Letter for that; 

Sapf, 




222 The Homfi Yorkfloire^Mm^ 

Sapf, Letter fays, G-rr^o-z-Groz-v-e-ve-n-e-r-neer 
Grozveneer Square; but how mun ire know where 
this fame Grozveneer Square is ? 
- Blund. Why ye mun ask Oftler for that, he'll fet you 
Right for fure ; For your XowflfewOftlcrsare wifer by- 
half than our Country JuHaffes. , 

Sapj. Ay, Blunder y ev'ry Thing'iSi&ie.inXdma^;^* 

To them Gaylove as Muckworm. 

G^/. Welcome to London^ dear 'Squire SapfculL 
I hope your good Father's well, and all at Sapfcull-HalL 

Sapf. Did ye e'er hear the like, Blunder? This 
old Gentleman knows me as well as I know myfelf. 

[7<?>Blunder afide. 

Blund, Ay, Mader, your Londoneers know eYety 
Thing. 

Gay 1. 1 had Letters of your"Coming,aftdwasTefolv'd 
to meet yjou. 

Sapf. Pray, Sir! who may you be, and I msiy be fo 
bold to ask ? 

Gajl. My Name, Sir, is Muckworm, 

Sapf. What, Sir Penurious Muckworm? 

Gayl. So they call me. 

Sapf. Sir! and your Name be Sir Penurious Much 
worm, my Name is Samuel Sapf cull ^ Jun. Efq; SQn.6f 
Sir Samuel SapfcuU, of SapfcuH^HalVixh ^Eaft- Riding 
o' Torkjhire. 

Gayl. Sir, I am no Stranger to your Family and Me- 
rit ; for which Realbal fent for you to Town, to marry 

my 



A BALLikK O P E R A. 223 

my Niece with. 6000/. Fortune, and a pretty Girl in 
the Bargain. 

Blund. Look ye there, Mailer ! ' [/ffide to SapC 

Sapf, Hold your Peace, yaa. Blockhead. 

Gayl. Bat how may I be fure that you are the very 
'Squire Sap/cull I {ent for ? Have you no Letters, no 
Credentials ? 

Sapf. Open the Portmante^ Blinder ', ^Yes, Sir, 

I ha' brought all my Tackle with me. Here, Sir, is 

a Letter from Father :-^—(Gw« a Letter.) And 

here, Sir, are Deeds and Writings, to (hew what ye 
mun ha' to tmft to. (Gives jome ^eeds) 

Gayl. {ajide) This is what I wanted ; welcome dear 
Parchment ! (Kiffes. the Deeds ^ and puts ^em in his 
Bofom.) 

Sapf, And here. Sir f is Marriage-Settlement, fign'd 
by Father, in fit Cafe young Gentlewoman and I likes 
one another, 

Gayl. Oh ! Sir! {he can't chufe but admire fo char- 
ming a Perfon. There is but oite Obilacle, that I 
know of. 

Sapf Wh^ may. thatbe^ and I may be fibi bold? 

Gayl. Your Habit,. Sir, yem. HabiL. 

Sapf Why it was counled wond'rous fine in our 
Country lad ParlunentQeanng Time. 

Gayl. O ! Sir ! hut it's Qlit&(hio& d now, and 
my Niece loves every Thing^ to the Tip-Top of the 
Mode. But if youll go adong mith me. Til equip 
you in an InAaitt.^ 

AIR 



224 The Honefi Torkjhtre-Mm. 

AIR VII. By the^ Author. 

I. 

Come hither^ my Country ^ Squire^ 
Take friendly InfiruSitonsfrom me \ 
The Lords JhaU admire j 
Thy Tafte in Attire , 
The Ladies JhaUlanguiJh for thee. 

Such Flaunting, 
Gallanting, 
And Jaunting, 
Such Frolicking thou (hall fee. 
Thou ne'er like a Clown, 
Shalt quit London i fweet Town, 
To live in thine own Country. 

II. 

A Skimming'Difh Hat provide, 
IVith little m ore Brim than Lace^ 
Nine Hairs on a Side^ 
To a Pigs-Tail ty4 
Will.fet off thy jolly broad Face. 
Cho. Such Flaunting, ^c. 

III. 
Go get thee a Footman s Frock, 
A Cudgel quite up to thy Nofey 
Then friz like a Shock, 
And plaijfer thy Block, 
And buckle thy Shoes at thy Tees, 
Cho. Such Flaunting, &c. 



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IV. 
A Brace of Ladies fair, 
to pleafure thee Jhall/irive ; 
in a Chaife and Pair^ 
l7}ey Jhall take the Air^ 
And thou in the Box /halt drive. 
Cho. Such Flaunting, ^c. 

V. 
Convert thy Acres to Cajh, 
A^faw thy Timber down ; 
Whod keep fuch Trafi^ 
And not cut a Flajhy 
Or enjoy the Delights of the *tov>n» 
Cho. Such Flaunting, ^c, [Exeunt. 



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SCENE, An Apartment. 
Arbella and Combruih. 

A I R VIII. By the Author, 

I. 
Arb. In vain you mention Pleafure^ 
. To one confnd like me : 
Ah I what is Wealth or Treafure^ 

Compard to Liberty^ 
01 tbou^ for whom I lanprui/b^ 

And dofi the fame for me, 
Relieve a Virgins Anguifhy 
Andfet a Captive free^ 

Gg B^ 



<2*2t? * The HmftTork/hire-Mm. 

By Crouds of Spies furrounded. 

Who all my ABions trace ^ 
Iheir Schemes on Mif chief founded^ 

Tm watch^ d from Place to Place- 
But Innocence fhall guard me ^ 

And Patience wait the Day, 
When Virtue Jhall reward me, 

And all my fVrengs repay. 

To them Muckworm. 

Much Come, there's a good Girl ; don't be in the 
Pouts, now. 

ConA. I think 'tis enough to put any yoang Lady 
in the Pouts, to deny her the Man ihe likes, and force 
her to marry a great Loobily Torkjhire Tike. In (hort. 
Sir, my Miftrefs don't like him, and won't have him. 

'< Nay, I don't like him, and, let me tell you flat and 

plain, (he (han't have him. 

Muck, Shan't have him, Mrs. Snapdragon ? 

Comb. No, (han't have him, Sir, — - If I were (he, 
I'd fee who (hould fofce me to mwry againft my Will. 

Muck Was ever (tich an in^pudeat Huffy ; but I'll 
fend you packing : Get out of my Houfe, you fancy 




Sir, the' yoo ha»« tJie Cane o( my Eflate, 
you have no Command of&c my Semants : I am your 
Ward, not your Slave; if you ufe me thus, you'll con- 
|train me to chufe another Guacdhui. 

Muck 



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Muck> (afide) A Gipfey ! who taught her th^s. Cun- 
ning! I muft baft^i this Match, or I {ball lofe looo/. 
by the Bargain. (TiJ Arb.) What a Bufllc is here with 
a peeviCh Love-rick Girl? Pray, Child, have you learnt 
Cupids Catechifm? Do you know what Lov:e is? 

Af^» Yes, Sir! 

AIR IX. By the Author. 

I. 

Love i -a gentle gen rous Pajjjton^ 

Source of all jub lime Delight y 
When with mutual Inclination^ 

Two fond Hearts in one unite ^ 

Iwofondj Sec. 

II. 
What are Titles^ Pomp or Riches, 

If compardwitb true Content f 
That falfe yoy, which now heibitches^ 

When obtain d w^ mqy recent* 

When obtain dy Sec. 

III. 
Lawlefs Pajjions bring P'exation^ 

But a chafle and confiant Lovey 
Is a ghfious BfMilationy 

Of the blifsful State above* 

Entef' a Servant, 

Serv, Sky one 'Skjuire SagfiuU, out of Tori/hire, 
dedres to fpeak with ycvu. 

G g 3 Muck, 



nai The Honeft. Tcrk/hire-Man. 

m 

Muck. I'm glad he's come — defire him to walk In. 
[Servant goes out y and returns witbGzjXoYt drefsd 
in SapfcullV Cloaths. 
Gayl, Sifjand your Name be ^it Penurious Muckworm, 

Muck. Sir, I have no other ; may I crave your*s. 

Gayl. Samuel SapfcuU^ Jun. Efquire, at yourLord- 
fhip's Service. 

Muck. A very mannerly toward ly Youth, and a 
comely one, I aflure you. \7o Arbella. 

Gayl. Pray, Sir, and I inay be fo bold, which of 
thefe two pratty Lafles is your Niece, and my Wife 
that mun be. 

Arb. {ajide^ What a Brute is this ? Before I'd have 
fuch a Wretch for a Husband, I'd die ten thoufand 
Deaths. 

Muck, Which do you like beft. Sir? 

Gayl, Marry, and I were to chofe, I'd e'en take 

em both. 
Muck. Very courtly, indeed. I *fee the 'Squire's 

a Wag. 

Comb, Both ! I'll aflure you. Saucebox ! the Worft 
is too good for you. 

AIR X. GillyFlwor^ gentle Rofemary, 

I. 

Why^ bow now. Sir Clown, dofifet up for a Wit / 
Gilly-Flower, gentle Rofemary : 
Jf here you Jhouldwed,you^r as certainly hity 
As the Dew it flies over the Mulberry-Tree. 

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n. 

If fucb a fine Lady to Wife you fhould take, 
Gilly-Flow'r, gentle Rofemary : 
Tour Heart, Head, and Hofns,fhaU as certainly ake. 
As the Dew it flies over the Mulberry-Tree. 

Muck. Infufferable Aflurahce ! Affroiit a Gentleman 
in my Houfe! Never mind her. Sir; (he's none of my 
Niece, only a pert Slut of a Chambermaid. 

Gay I. A Chamber Jade ! Lord! Lord! how brave 
you keep your Maidens here in London / Wuns-lent, 
file's as fine as our Lady Mayorefs. 

Muck. Ay, her Miftrefs fpoils her ; but follow me 
me. Sir, and I'll warrant you we'll manage her, and 
her Miftrefs too. 

Gayl. I wifli I could manage her fo, to take Notice 
of me. — I'll try what a Song will do. 

AIR XL By the Author. 

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lam in Truth, 

A Country Youth, 
Unusd to London Fafhions ; 

71st Virtue guides, 

AndftiU pre fide 5, 
Cfer aU my Steps and Pajions : 

No courtly Leer, 

But aU pncere; 
No Bribe JhaU ever blind me : 

If you can like, 

A Yorkftiire Tike, 
An honefi Man you U find me, ThS 




2^o The ffo/fejl Tor*Jhire^Mm. 

IT. 

JVith Slander hung^ 
JDo€s oft belye our County ; 

No Men on Earthy 

Boafi greater fVorth^ 
Or more extend their Bounty. 

Our Norther^ Breeze, 

JVith us agrees^ 
And does for Bufinefsflt us : 

In Ptfhlick Cares y 

In Lovers Ajfairsy 
IVitb Honour we acquit us* 

III. 

A noble Mind, 

Is neer confind^ 
To any Shire or Nation : 

He gains mofl Praifg, 

IVho befl difplays ' 
A geiirous Educatfont 

JVhile Ramour rmh 

In narrmv So$tls^ 
By narrow Vitws difcemingf 

The truly fP^ifcy 

ff^iH crdy frize' 
Good Manners^ ^^^*^ ^^ tLeaming, 

[All this Time Gaylovt dbei 1^ Uemoil to difcover 
himfelf to u&belfa; hat &ie ttttm from him, and , 
camxDt be made tot Qndietdaiid han.] Gayi* 



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Gayl. Well ! and you wunna fee, I can't help it. 
Good-by-t'ye, fosCoom ! In the mean Time, here's a 
Paper, with fomething ui it, to clear your Lad){1aip's' 
Eye-Sight, 

[Thnws down a Letter^ and Exit, 
Arb. What can the Fool mean ? 
Comb, i^akingup the Letter) Ma'amt, as I live, here's 
a Letter froni Mr> Gaylove, 
Arb, This is furpriiuig \ 

[ISnatcbes the Letter^ and Reads, 
^T^HO' thisDifguife is put on to blind Id M.uc\L9ioxm^ 
-* / hope it will not conceal from my dear Arbella, 
the P erf on of her ever Conflant 

GAYLOVE. 
Blind Fool that I was ! I could tear my Eyes out. 
Comb. Lord, Ma'am, ^ho the Duce could hare 
thought it had been Mr. Gaylove^f Well our Maiden- 
heads cer^aialy ilood ia our Light this Bout. 

Arb. Hold your Prattle j I have great Hopes of this 
Enterprize however ', it carries a good Face with it .• 
But whether it iuoG^eds- or no, I jDUoCb loYe the dear 
Man that ventures fo hard for my Sake.' 

AIR XII. ]^ the Author. 

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The Man who befixcan Danger darty 
Ismofi defiervihg pf the Fair : 
Toe Bold and Brave we f^bmen prize, 
The whining Slave we all defpife. 

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232 The Honejl Torkfloire-Man. 

II. 

luet Coxcombs flatter^ cringe^ and lye. 

Pretend to languijhy pine, and die ; 

Such Men of Words my Scorn Jhall be. 

The Man of Deeds is the Man for me. 

The Man, Sec. [Exit. 

Comb. My Miflrefs is intirely in the Right on't. 
AIR XIII. I had a pretty Lafs^ a Tenant of my own. 

I. 

The Man who ventures fairefi. 

And fartheft for my Sake, With a Fa, la, la, ^c. 
The foonefi of my Purfe, 

And my P erfon Jhall partake. With a Fa,Ia,^t. 
No drowfy Drone JhaU ever 

A Conqueji make of me , 
But to a had tha£s clever, 

Ho'm Civil I could be ? With a Fa, la, ^c. 

11. 
Tho^ with Diffimulation, 

Our Pajpons we difguife, With a Fa, la,^f. 
A Woman s Inclination 

Is written in her Eyes. With a Fa, la, ^c, 
A Novice may be daunted, 

Andjlartle at a Frown ; 
But be who reads us rightly. 

Knows bow to bring us down* With a Fa, la,^f : 

[Exit. 

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Enter Sapfcull drefl A-la-mode de Petit Maitre, and 

Blunder in a rich Livery ^ with bis Haif tucked up 

andpowderd, 

blund ' Mefs," Mafter ! how fine ye be ? Marry, be- 
lieve me, and ye were at SapfiuU-Hally I dare fay 
Sir Samuel himfelf wou*d hardly know ye. 

Sapf. Know me, marry I don't know myfelf 

(Surveying himfelf. ) — Whyi Blunder ^ thou art quite 
another fort of a Creature tod — {Turns ^lund&c ahoui) 

Well, talk what ye lift oTorkfhire^ I fay, there's 

nought like London ; for my Part, I don't care and I 
ne'er fee the Face of SapfcuU-Hall again. 

Blund. What need ye, and ye gelten 6000/. with 
young Gentlew:oman j befides Father has tied" Eftate 

faft enough to ye Adod, and I were as ye, I'd e'en 

bide here, and live as lofty, as the beft on 'em. 

Sapf Ay, Blunder, Co Iwill ; there'^ ppug^t in London^ 
but what I'll fee; J have heard bow. 2^nd about it already. 
AIR. XI V. London i* a fioe Town. 

I. 

London is a dainty Place^ . 

A§reat and gallant City^ 
For dll the Streets are pavd with Goldy 
- jA^ <i^tt the Folks are witty, 

IL . . 
And there s your Lords. and iLadm.fih^y .: 

Xhat ride in Coach and Sixy 
Who nothing drink but Claret Wine^ 
And talk of Politicks* 

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III. 

yfnJ there s your Beaux ^with powder d Cldatbs^ 

Bedaubed from Head to Shin : 
7'beir Pocket- Holes adorn disnith Gold ^ 
But not one Soufe isoitbin. 

IV. 
And there s the Englifti ABor goes^ 

IVith many a hungry Belly y 
While Heaps of Gold are jorc d^ God wot I 
On Signior Fardinelli. 

V. 
And there s your Dames^ of Dainty Frames^ 

With Skins as white as Milk, 
Dreft evry Day,, in Garments gay^ 
Of Sattiny and of Silk, 

And if your Mind be fo inclind^ 

To have them in your Arms, 
BuU'out a handfome Furfe of Gold, 

They cant refift it^s Charms. 

To them a Servant well drcfs'd. 

Seroi Gentlemen, i tome from Sir Penurious 
Muckworm ; I am his Servant, and wait on Purpofe to 
condud you to Mrs. ArbeUas Apartment. 

Sapf Semnt i Waunds ! why yaa'«e finer nor your 

Mafter. 
Serv, O! Sir, that's a common Thing in London, 

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S C E N E, ^» Apartment, 

Slango reprefentingkxhtWzjiiServant introduces iSapfcuU 

a/;^ Blunder. [Sapfculiy<7/«/^j ber^ 

Sapf, Well, forfooth! you know my Bufinefs; few 

Words are beft among Friends Is it a Match, or no? 

— fay. Ay, and Til fecond you. 

Slang. A very compendious Way of wooing, truly! 
{afide. ) I hope, Sir, you'll fpare a Maiden's Blufties ; 
but, Lard Gad, you are too quick upon me. 

Sapf. I mean to be quicker yet ; ay, mabrry, and make 
thee quick too, afore 1 ha' done with thee. 

Slang, {afide,J An impudent Dog this fame! (To 
bim,)l proteft^ Sir, tdonf know what to fa^. . 

Sapf, Ne'er heed; Parfon (hall teach th^e. For my 
Part, I ha' conn'd my. Leflbn afore-hand; 

Slang. But will you love me? ' 

Sapf Love thee ? Lord ! Lord ! I love thee better 
than I do my Bay FiMey ; didfyovn^'er <«e her,For- 

foothj Odd^ (he'afja daiiHy Tit, iniiiure lam^ 

I love her better aar I do 'nown Father, --^Blunder^ 
run for a Pwfia». . ,;._,, , , J . Z ^ J^ . 

Slang, Mr. Blunder ma^ fave himielf that Troubl«, 
I have pKmaei-^iijj&i^lffia^*. 5,\.; ..., .. .^r 

Sapf, Wllytifctty^l0t'«#^9t^^^J^ 

for Ido long till its oVfiTi.,: \ . \_ \, \\ 

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%'^6' ■ The Honejl Yark/hire-Man. 

AIR XV. London-Bridge is broken down. 

I. 

Ob ! I long ^tiU Grace is /aid / 

Dance over the Lady lee ; 
A good Sack Pojfet^ and then to Bed, 

With my Gay Lady. 

n. 

Nine Months hence a chopping Boy, 

Dance over, 9^c. ^ 

Daddy s Nofe and Mammy s Joy, 

My Gay Lady. [Exeunt. 

£»/^Gaylov€, ArbcUa, tf«^/ Combrufh. 

Comb, Come, come, make the mod of your Time, 
you'll never have fuch another Opportunity ; I'll go 
keep the old Gentleman in Play; if you mifcarry now, 
'tis intirely your own Fault. [Exit, 

AIR XVI. By the Author. 

' Gayl. Thou only Darlings 1 admire 

My Hedris Delight, my Smis Defire*^ 

Poffejpng thee Tve greater Store, 

'than. King to be of India'/ Shore,- . . 

For ev fry H^otrmh'^f erf here ihree^ 
And in the U^^h^ld no Man hut me; . , 
td Jingle thee from all the refty\ . . . c • ■ 
' _ Vtofmenten Ufe, and maie meblefi, 

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yi/^. Well ! I never was fo decei v'd in my Life ! How 
could you clown it fo naturally ? 

Gay/. What is it I would not do for your dear Sake ? 
But, I intreat you, let's lay hold of this Opportunity, and 
put it out of Fortune's Power ever more to divide us. 

j^rB. What would you have me do ? 

Gayl. Leave all to me ; while Combrujh is amufing 
your Unde, a Fellow-Collegiate of mine, who ij,in Or' 
ders, waits in the next Room to finifh the reft. 
. ArB> Do what you will with me : For, in fhort, I 
don't know what to do with myfelf. 

AIR XVIL By Dr. Green, 

Arb. Let Prudes and Coquets their Intentions conceal^ 
With Pride, and with Pleafure, the Truth I reveal i 
You re aU I can wijb, and all I dejire'y 
So fix d is my Flame, it neer can expire, 

Sofix^dismyFlame,Scc, 

Gayl. het Rakes, and let hibertines revel and range i 
Poffejsd of fuch Treafure,what Mortalwould change? 
Toure the Source of my Hopes, the Spring of my Joy, 
A Fountain (fBlifs that mver can cloy. 

A Fountain ofBlifs, 8cc. 

AIR XVIII. By Mr. Handel. 

[Gay love anfl Arbella together, 

^ ■ * 

How tranfportingisthePleafure, . " - 
When two Hearts like ours unite I 
. . When our Fondnefs knows no Meafure, 

And no Bounds our dear Delight I , fExcunt. 

Enter 



2^8 The Honeji Tork/hire-Matt. 

Enter Muckworm and CombruHi* 

Muck. Well, well, I forgive you : This lafl A£lion 
has made Amends for all. I find a Chamber-maid i$ 

Prime Minifter in Matrimonial AiJairs and you fay 

they are quite loving ? 

Comb. Fond, fond, Sir, as two Turtles ! But I beg 
you would not difturb 'em. 

Muck. By no Means ; let 'em have their Love out, 
pretty Fools 1 1 (hall be glad however to fee fome of their 
little Fondnefles : But tell ine ferioufly, how do you like 
the 'Squire ? 

Comb. Oh! of all Things, Sir; and fodoes my Lady 
too, I aflure you, 

Muck. How that Scoundrel, Gaylove, w^ill be dif- 
appointed ? 

Comb. He'll be ready to hang himfelf-r . 

(about her Neck, j Apde. 

Muck. They'll make Ballad& on him. 

Comb, I have made one already, and I'll fing it you, 
if you pleafe. 

Muck, With all my Heart. 

AIR XIX. A Beggar gota Beadle. 

I 

Ihete <i6as u certain Ufurer^ 
He bad a pretty Niece ; 

Was courted by a Barrifier^ 
Who fioas her doating Fiect : 

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A Ballad O PER A. 239 

Her UncUy to prevent the farne,^ 

Did all that in him lay \ 
For which his very much to blame, . 

As all good People fay, 

IL 
A Country ^Squire was to wed 

This fair and dainty Dame; 
Butfuch Contraries in a Bed, 

Wotid be a monftrous Shame f 
To fee a Lady bright and gay ^ 

Of Fortune and of Charms^ 
SofbamefuUy be thrown arvoay 

Into a Looby s Arms. 

in. 

The hovers thus diflraBedy 

It fet ^em on a Plot, 
Which lately has been aBed, 

And fhall I tell you whatf 

The Gentleman difguis d himfelf 

Like to the Country ^Squire, 
Deceivd the old mifchievous Elf, 
And got his Hear is Defire, 
Muck. I don't like this Song. 
Comb. Then you don't like Truth, Sir. 
Muck. What ! do ye mean to affront me ? 
Comb, Wou'd you have me tell a Lye, Sir? 
Muck. Get out of my Houfe, you Baggage. 
Comb, I only ftav to take mv Miflrefc with me : f< 



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240 ' The Hone ft York/hire-Man. 

To them Gay love and KxhtXh. 

Much, So, Sir ! you have deceived me ; but Til 
provide you a Wedding-Suit; a fine long Chancery Suit, 
before you touch a Penny of her Fortune. | 

Gayl. Sir, if you dare embezzle a Farthing, I'll pro- •' 

vide you with a more lafting Garment; a curious Stone 
Doublet : You have met with your Match, Sir 1 1 have 
fludied the Law, ay, and praftife it too. 

Muck. The Devil take you and the Law together. 

I'd them Sapfcull /jrW Slango. 

Hey Day ! who, in the Name of \\'6nder, 

have we got here! 

Gayl, Only 'Squire Sa^fcuO^ his Bride, and boobily 
Man. 

Slang. Come, my Dear ! hold up your Head like 
a Man, and let this good Glompany fee what an elegant 
Husband I have got. 

Blund. Ay ; and let 'em fee what a dainty Wife my 
Mailer has gotten. 

Sapf. Here's a Pow'r of fine Folk, fweet ^oney 
Wife ! Pray, who may they be? 

Slang. This, Sir, is Sir Penurious Muckworm 

Sapjl liOj Honey! I fear you be miftaken! Sir 
Penurious is another guife Sort of a Man ; and I mif« 
take not, h^'s more like yon fame Gentleman. 

Blund. Ay, fo he is, Mader. 

Slang. That fame Gentleman was Sir Penurioitt 
Muckworm, feme time ago, but now he's chang'd to 
George Gaylove^ Efq; Gayl* 



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Gayl. At your Service, Sir, 

Sa^. And who's yon fine Lady ? 

Gay/. My Wife, Sir, and that worthy Knight*s • 
Niece. 

Sap/. Your Wif<^! and that Knight's Niece! why 
who a murrian have I gotten then ? 

Gayl. My Man Slango; and I wifti you much Joy. 

(Blund. Jaughing.) O Law ! O Law •! my Mafter 
has married a Man ! 

Slang. If you don't hke me, my Dear, we'll be . 
divorc'd this Minute. 

Sapf. My Dear ! a Murrian take fuch Dears ! Where's 
my Writings ? I'll ha' you all hang'd for Cheats. 

Gayl. Vou had befter hang yourfelf for a Fool. 
Go Home,Child, go Home, and learn more Wit. There's 
your Deed of Settlement ; as for the Writings, they 
happen to be mine, and kept fraudulently from me by 
your Father, to whom they were mortgag'd by my 
late brother. The Eflate has been clear thefe three 
Years, Send your Father to me, I'll talk to him ; this 
is but Tit for Tat, young Gentleman. Your Father 
wanted to get my Eftate from me ; and I have got the 
Wife he intended for you. All's fair. Sir. 

Muck. I fay all's foul, and a damn'd Cheat; and fo 
ril make it appear. 

\Epiit in a Rage. 

Gayl. Do your worft, Sir, you can't unmarry us. 

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242 The Honejl TorkJhirC'Mati, 

A 1 R XX. By the Author. 

Gay. JVow Tor tune is pafi i^ 5 fever eft y 
JVly Pajfion of Mortats fincerefty 
Kind Heaven has repaid in my dear eft ^ 
What Gift can it greater beftow ? 

Arb. True LjyveftjaU through Deftiny guide us, 
Still confiant whatever betide us. 
There's nothing but Death ft>aU divide us. 
So faithful a Fondnefs nveUfhoyo, 

Both. By Cupid and Hymen untied. 
By Danger no longer affrighted, 
IVeU live in each other delighted, 
Tbegreateft of Bleffings below, * 

Sapf What mun I do ? I mun ne'er fee Father's 
Face again. 

Gayl, Never fear, 'Squire, I'll fet all to Rights ; tho' 
your Father's my Enemy, I'm not your's and my 
Houfe {hall be your Home, till I have reconcil'd 
you; 

Sapf Say you fo, then I do wifli you much Joy ^ith 
all my Heart. 

Blund, Ay, and fo does Blunder too. 



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AIR. 



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AIR XXL By the Author. 

I. 

Gayl. Come learn by this^ye Batcbelors, 
Come learn by this, ye Batcbelors, 
Who lead unfettled Lives ^ ■ 
When once ye come toferious 'thought , 
When once you come toferious Thought y 
There s nothing like good Wives. 
There 5 nothing like good ff^ives, 
Cho. When once. Sec 

IL 
Arb. Come learn by this ^ ye Maidens f air ^ 
Comeleam, Sec, 

Say I advifeyou welly 
Yottre better in a Husbands Armsy 
You re better y Sec. 

Than leading Apes in Helly 
Thanleadingy 8cc. 
Cho. T%an leading Apes in HeU, 

ABatchelors a Cormoranty < 

ABatchelorsy &c. 

A Batchelor s a Droney 
He eats and drinks at all Mer^s Cofty 
HeeatSy &c. 

But feldom at his ovmy 

Butfeldomy 8cc. 

11*2 Comb. 

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244 The Honejl Yorkjhire-Man. 

IV. 

Comb. Old Maids andfujfy Batchelors, 
Old Maids, &c. 

ylt Marriage rail and lour. 
So when the Fox coudtit reach the Graper, 
So when, &c 

He cryd. They all are four, 
He cry d, &c. 

C H O R u a 
So when the Fox, Sec. 

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A R G U ME N T. 

\HE SuljeB of this Interlude is taken from Na- 
ture iifetf, and dijcovers the Force of Love in 
Low Life. The Occafion was this: At the Bcn 
of the late Imfrefs, the Author fa-w a young 
hurried aviay iy a Pr^sGdtig, gndfmvmd 
ly his Sweet-heart; a very pretty Wench,andferfeEtly 
neat, thd plaiM in her Drifs; htr Tjars, her Di/lrefi, 
and moving Softnefs, drew Attention and QotnpaJlion 
from all who beheld her. ** — ' ." 

From thisfmaU Hinf the Author Are^ thefottmiing 
Shtch, and forttfd it into a« Interlutle,'»' Kind of 
Entertainment formerly in^.gr$at:l&iquefli.t^ tkrw 
almofl a Stranger to the Englifh Stage. The Italians 
JliU preferve it under thi Name of Intermezzo, 
•which is equal to the Word Interlude. Thefe little 
Starts of Fancy, not only afford a prefent Diverfion, 
antifupply a Vacancy on the Stage, while other Enter- 
tainments are getting ready ; but, by Encouragement 
and Improvement, fometimes becomes Entertainments 
tbemfelves. 



Dramatis Personje. 



Careful, Father to Nancy. 

Dread-Nought, Lieut$nant of a Man of War. 

True-Blue, a young teUow in Lave with Nancy. 

Nancy, bis Sweet-heart, 

CoYitTiof the Boais Crew, and the refi of the Prefix 
Gang, as CHORUS. 



N AN C T: 

O R, T H E 

PARTING LOVERS. 



Curtain rifes to a fift Symphony, and difcovers True- 
Blue and ^mcy courting in an /iriour. 
AIR I. 
True-Blue. 

iO be gazing on thofe Charms, 
To be folded in thofe Arms, 
To unite my Lips with thofe, 
^ Whence eternal Sweetnefs Flgws •■ 
' d by one fo fair, ' 

Is to be bleft beyond Compare. 

^ ^ Nancy 



250 N A N C T, 

. Nancy, 
On my Deareil. to recline, 
While his Hand is lock*d in mine, 
In thofe Eyes myfelf to view. 
Gazing flill, and ftill, on you ; 
In' thy Arms while thus I'm bleft, 
Of ev'ry Joy I am poffefs'd. 

\WhiU they are embracing^ the Lieutenant tnters 
with his Gang and preffes him. 

Dread-nought, 
Sir, you muft learn another Song to fing ; 
, Come, come along with me, and ferve the King. 

A I R II. 

Nancy. 
Oh ! where will you hurry my Deared ! 

Say, fay, ta waat Clime, or what Shore ^ 
You tear him from me, the fincereft 

That eTec l<nc*d Mortal before. 

Oh! cruel, hard-hearted, to pvefs him, 
And force the fond Swain from my Arms! 

Reflore him, that I may cairefs him. 
And (hield him £rom future Alarms. 

\Here the Lieutenant fujbes her aai^M 

in. 

In vain you infult, and deride me. 

And make but a Scoff at my Woes; 
You ne'er from my Dear ihall divide me, 

I'll follow where-ever he goes. . Think 



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An INTERLUDE. 251 

IV. 

Think not of the mercilefs Ocean, 
My Soul any Terror can have ; 
T^ot as foon as the Ship makes its Motion, 
So foon fhall the Sea be my Grave. 
[AUthis while Jhe makes a great Struggle to get t§ 
her Lover y but is kept hack. 

AIR III. 

Dread-nought » 
Honour calls, he mud obey; 
Love to Glory muft give Way : 
Loaden with the Spoils of Spain^ 
Triumphant lie'll return again. 

A I R I V. 

DIALOGUE. 

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Nancy, 
And canft thou leave thy Nancy ^ 

And quit thy Native Shore ? 
It comes into my Fancy, 

I ne'er fhall fee thee more. 

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True-Blue, 
Yes, I muft leave my Nancy ^ 
To humble haughty Spain ; 
Lee Fear ne'cnr fill d)y Fan^^ ' 
For weihaHmeet again. 

K k a Nancy. 



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452 NANCr, 

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Nancy. 
Amidft the foaming Billows, 

Where thuiid'ring Cannons roar, 
You'll think on thefe green Willows, 

And wi(h yourfelf on Shore. 

True-Blue. 
i fear not Land, or Watetr, 

I fear not Sword, or Fire; 
For fweet Revenge, and Slaughter, 

Are all my Heart's Defire. f^. 

Nancy. 
May Guardian Gods proteA thee, 'A 

From Water, Fire, or Steel ; , 

And may no Fears affed thee, •*- 

Like thofe which iiow I feel. 

True-Blue. 
I leave to Heaven's Prote£tion, 

My Life, my only Dear ; 
You have my Soul's AfTediion, 

So dill conclude me here. 

Nancy. 
I leave to Heaven's Proteftion, 

My Life, my only Dear ; 
So fond is my Afieuion, 

That ftill I wifli you here. 

\TFhile they are embracing^ Nancy's Fathtr 
comes behind her^ and fuus her from him. 



AIR. 



An interlude. 253 

A I R V. 
Careful. 
Daughter, you're too young to marry; 

'Tis too foon to be a Wife ; 
Yet a little longer tarry, 

E'er you know the Cares of Life. 
Wedlock is a fickle Station, 

Sometimes Sweetnefs, fometimes Stirife \ 
Oh ! how great the Alteration, 
*rwixt the Maiden and the Wife. 

II. 
Love and Courtlhip are but flupid. 

Glory has fuperior Charms ; 
Mars (hould triumph over Cupidy 

When Bellona calls to Arms. 
As for you, Sir, ^ do your Duty ; [To True-Blue. 

Oh ! were I but young again, 
I'd not linger after Beauty, 

But go play my Part with Spain. 
\He takes Nancy off the Stage ^Jhe looking tenderly 
at True-Blue, who fiands filent and penjive. 
When Jbe isgone^ be/eems to pluck up a Spirit ^ 
cocjts his Hat^ and gives the luieutenant his Hand 
as a Token of Conjent and Refolution. 

AIR VI. 

True-Blue, 
Death, or Vi£lory, now mud determinate 

All Difputes with haughty Spain : 
That proud Race we'll entirely exterminate. 

Or be Matters of the Main. CHORUS. 



254-. . NANCT, 

CHORUS. 

Britom, rouee lip your great Magnanimity j 

Let your Courage now be (hown, 
'TUl proud Spain fliall, with Pnfilanimity, 

For itslnfults pad attone. 

Dread-nought, 
What your Anceftors won fo viflorioufly, 

Crown'd with Conquefts in the Field, 
Still maintain, while your Foes moll inglorioufly 

To your juft Refentment yield. 

CHORUS. 

Britins, &c 

fExeunt Omnes, 

The End of the Interlude. 



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A«ii«rhlin^cal DIALOGUE Between tfieAuthpr and 
his favourite Marie, occafion'd by her Stumblihg,^^ . 
Inferted at the Requeft of feveral Subscribers. 

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Mare. O, Mafter ! I have loft my Cruppej, 
Mafter. Then, Miftrefs ! ymi (hall Ipfe your Supper ! 
Mare. Nay, worfe than that, I've broke my 'Knees. 
Mafi, Break your Keck, Madam ! if you pleafe ! 
Mare. Then who mud carry your gundy Gut ? 
Mafl. Why I can walk, you fancy Slut! 
Mare. I wifli you wou'd ; what makes you Ride, 

And poor unhappy me beftride ? 

With fuch a Weight you crufti me down^ 

A nd a» we pafs from Town to Town, 

The People cry, was ever feen^ 

A Man fo fat, a Mare fo lean ! 
Mafi. I prize the Vulgar not a Pin \ 

Tis not my Fault that- you're fo thin. 

Han't you enough of Corn and Hay ? 

At leaft three Quarterns ey*ry Day. 
Mare. But then, dear Sir, you work me fo^ 

That I can hardly ftand^ or go ; 

No reft from Saturday to Monday \. 

For, Heathen-like, you ride on Sunday^ 

Andi, leaft one Hour I (hou'd ftand ftill, 

I'm harraft by ycrar Brats and TFILL, \ 

With Two at once upon my Back, 

I'm really made a perfeft Hack : 

I neither younger grow, nor ftronger ; 

In (hort, lean hold out no longer i My 



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my Labour far exceeds* my Meat, *. . 
■ • My Shoes are batter*(4 off my Feet, 
Nor will I carry ******* 

— '■ a Bard fo odd, 

. I/iilefs I m better Fed and Shod. 

Alafl. ISay what you will, we muft contrive 
5ome Way to fee my Daughter C/ive. 

Mare. Why there's the Stage-Coach or the Barge; 
But you want me to fave the Charge! 
Upon my Soul ! you'd better ftay, 
For I fhall drop you by the. Way : 
Befides you told me you cou'dwalk.- 

Maji. Huffy! d'ye know to whom you talk? 
I'll fend you to the Collar-Makers. 

Mare You'd better fend me to Twelve Acres, 
The worthieft Man in all the Nation, 
Has giv'n me there an Invitation ; 
In Walthamfi(m% delightful Mead, 
Ax, Liberty to range and feed; 
From Labour free, and quite at Eafe, 
To cull the Herbage where I pleafe. 
There, if you wou'd but let me ftay 
Until the latter End of May^ 
Take a Walk down, and you (hall fee 
The vaft Improvements made in me ; 
With Skin fo fleek, aad flowing Mane 
You'll hardly know your Mare again. 
Then keep me only for your Ufe, 
Nor of Good-nature make Abufe; 
But treat me gentler than before. 
And I will never Stumble more. 

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